Glory to the Bridge

We found this totally rocking cement bridge to spend the day hiding under. Outside it's a painful 38 deg, but under here it's a delightful, breezy 35 deg. We were so happy to find it. It has a tiny dead bird balancing headfirst in a dusty cow footprint. When the wind blows it catches the bird's tail and pushes the little fella back and forth.

We reckon we could live under here for months without anyone knowing. Even though there are cars driving overhead all the time. We'd just have to be sure we moved out before flood season.

The only bad news we have is that the oat milk went sour because some spilt olive oil soaked through the Tetrapak. Only one carton of soy milk left now and 70km to ride until Camooweal. It's a little grim.