Day 6

 Today we left at 7.30 on a much warmer sunny day and set off on the very long straight road to Broken Hill.

We stopped at Wilcannia to top up with fuel by joining the long, slow line of caravans at the single pump. It's sad to see this old town on the Darling River, with its lovely old stone block buildings, almost deserted. 



The road across the flat, wide plains seemed endless, but everything was green and the fresh shoots along the edges were being grazed by the hundreds of wild goats, which have been a feature of the trip from Bourke to Wilcannia, along with emus and roos (mostly road fatalities, unfortunately). 

From Wicannia on, wildflowers began to appear - purple, pink, white and lime-yellow.

There are plenty of wayside stops all along our trip, lately with added porta-loos for the increased traffic.

It has obviously rained all the way on our trip so far, as everything is green. We hope that means the wildflowers will be out in the Flinders Ranges.


We're here at Broken Hill for three nights, staying at a new caravan park - Broken Hill Outback Resort, which has grassed sites, a big restaurant and  bar, and showers you wouldn't believe! Each cubicle has an extra section with a vanity unit and large mirror with a power point for doing your hair and face.


The only drawback is that the caravan park is 15 mins from town. However, when the sky clears, the canopy of stars will be something to see.

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