‘I’m shouting you a cabin!’ said Alex.
I guess we looked a bit forlorne sitting in the Pink Roadhouse as the rain started properly – in the middle of the desert. We have made it to Oodnadatta – not a place known for its rain. We might be stuck here tomorrow. The Oodnadatta track doesn’t like being rained on. Alex has a good card game if the rain keeps coming down.
The Oodnadatta Track
The last bushes have given way to nothing. Today we cycled through rolling fields of grass – grass that is usually not there. Normally everything is just red. Red earth. Today we had a sprinkle of rain and the headwind died off. An easy roll into Oodnadatta.
Our food was waiting for us at the Pink Roadhouse in Oodnadatta. Alex and Alaine offered to take the boxes onwards to William Creek. We have enough food to last us until Adelaide. I don’t know what we’ll do after Marree.
The Oodnadatta Track
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