We just made it back to Burke and wills roadhouse after a glorious few days at lawn hill. Left the bikes here and hitched in with some friendly caravanners. This meant we had to only take some gear with us, and somehow the spice bag didn't make the cut. It was tough but we managed to survive a few flavourless days- luckily our spirits were buoyed by long swims in emerald waters, with scarlet finches and purple crowned fairy wrens flitting on the banks and the calls of martins and gerygones echoing off the red canyon walls.
We're in the habit of sleeping without a tent as the nights are hot and dry. In caravan parks some people seem to think this is a bit strange, like we are breaking the rules somehow. One woman warned me we would be poisoned by cane toads in our sleep.
Today is ryan's birthday-a dawn swim to farewell lawn hill, pancake breakfast, and plate of Burke & wills' finest hot chips with a tea-light on top- celebrating in outback style.
Excited to be back with wren and walnut(especially now our butts have recovered from our 108km day into a headwind-8.5hours on the bike not recommended) as it's weird now to be away from them. Also happily reunited with the spice bag.
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