There was no starting early this morning. The fog was very thick and it didn’t even try to move until after 0900. It was eerie not to hear the rumbling of road trains on the highway. Circumstances being as they were, a leisurely breakfast was called for, and when it arrived my eyes boggled. “My Goodness! Do I look like a trucker?” I asked the lass who brought it to the table. “No, don’t answer that,” I added. It was huge and I managed only about half of it.
The fog heralded a fantastic day, which had me wondering about the weather ‘forecast’ I’d watched last evening after the News. I mean, where was the rain they promised? The sky was a beautiful, clear blue and there was no wind at all. Meteorological perfection. The stiff neck and the earache had evaporated, too.
I started with a trip up to the Kimba lookout. Not terribly high, but the sculptures were worth going up there for. Eyre was one very determined explorer.
Iron Knob was only one of several places I saw today that I would have very much liked to stop and explore. I imagined this was to be a once-in-a-lifetime-journey, but it can’t be. There is just so much more to see and do that I can’t do in this single trip. It hasn’t been practical to stop everywhere I’d like, nor has it been economically viable. Next time it will have to be a motor home. Accommodation costs/availability have been a major issue and this continues.
This evening in my motel room in Nuriootpa (what a delightful name!) I shall amuse myself attempting to commit mosquitocide before I lay me down to sleep…