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The hills have started. On the horizon on both sides of the road are the last ridges of the Flinders Ranges. Emus are everywhere, the odd kangaroo, and the eagles are soaring on high. Fields with sheep and cattle – endless grass where normally there is just red dust. We are slowly leaving the remoteness of the Australian Outback.

Road to Parachilna

We passed the last of the cyclists on the Race to the Rock – two New Zealanders that were taking it easy. They were hesitating on continuing – rain is coming and they don’t know about the dirt roads. Give it a go! It is a beautiful track, and if it rains, you just have to wait a few days.

Cyclists on the Race to the Rock

The day started in Farina with a group of emus checking out our camping spot. They circled our tents while making a deep thudding sound – their call.

Emus

Farina is a town of ruins. One of these buildings must have been where my great grandmother was born. Many many years ago. Back then when Farina was a happening place.

Farina

We are camping in a small river just before the turnoff into the Flinder Ranges. More dirt roads tomorrow.