Two days' journey.At this point, my journey west pretty much over, really. There isn't a lot more west left to this beautiful continent now, is it? Technically, of course, we still have Steep Point, which is maybe a hundred K's further westward on the map... but I don't think I'd like to go that far just yet. Probably it's time to turn back east; and to that end, I turn on the Great Eastern Highway towards the town with a romantic name of Southern Cross.
Good old times.The road is quite monotonous, to be honest. This region of Western Australia is called the Wheatbelt, and I can see why as all the endless grain fields are now rolling past my windows. They're all brown and dry at the moment, of course, because it's summer, and because it's still unbelievably hot: if not 40 degrees, then at least 35. I must have been riding some sort of a heatwave for the last couple of weeks.
The rocks, the lake, and the camping spot (you can even see the roof of the toilet).
All kinds of wacky rocks!
Things still grow here, too.
Shadows are getting longer.
The surrounding farmlands.
A hot day is finally over.
How's the serenity?
A new day is about to begin.
Bam!Once that's out of the way, I pack up again and resume my journey, heading towards Norseman now. The only problem is that it's Sunday, and all the shops are closed everywhere, and I really don't want to take a detour to Kalgoorlie, which is big enough to have something open during weekends. The reason I'm so keen on shopping is that I'm running out of gas for my cooker: only a couple of bottles left, which isn't enough to let me comfortably spend a few days out on the Nullarbor Plain (which is now my basic plan).
Mallee gums are watching the sunset.
In clumps, or by themselves.
The sky catches fire.
Anyone wants to drive into sunset?
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