so we soldier on, making our own decisions, hauling our own stuff, and alternating suffering with the elation of being free in one of the world’s great places. Ah, decisions.
Bob: We left Glen Helen Homestead loaded with three days of water and food. The bitumen soon faded into the distance behind us, and we began what would be an unexpectedly horrible road. Good thing Claire found a nice Aussie …
By late afternoon we were knackered and found a quiet acceptable spot for bush camp, built a quick little fire and put our first billy to boil, set up the tent and were chowing down on beans, tinned chicken and raw yam and two cups of tea laden with sugar and milk powder.
We rode The Great Central Road dirt track (one of Australia’s longest) across The Great Victoria Desert in the direction of Perth. 1600 kilometers of dirt with very little in the way of services, food or water. We had five weeks of outback cycling and camping adventure, followed by a tiny van road trip from the Indian Ocean to the Pacific Ocean revisiting old haunts, and both new and old friends.