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The sky was grey and the wind churned up waves that hit the shore of the beautiful lake. I was waiting for the storm to break, perched in a dead tree standing in the water. Lake Pamamaroo before the storm.

The storm felt imminent all day. Most dirt roads were already closed. A meander down the Darling River was thus cancelled. The road to Lake Pamamaroo is the last to close, apparently, so off I went, battling into the wind there (and blown all the way home).


I swam for over an hour in the refreshing waters, watching a pelican from my perch in a tree in the lake.



I listened to the rain in my hotel room most of the afternoon. Tomorrow should be dryer and the wind should turn. My hope is to be blown to Broken Hill tomorrow.