Red, Hot, Dry

Yesterday's drive was red, hot and dry.

Most of the dugouts I passed are empty; those that aren't are getting close. Some of the fields have dried out and died completely, have become nothing but sand (or is that salt?) and small brush...

I'm just packing up camp at the Pink Lakes (they really ARE pink! some strange micro-organism that inhabits these salty waters). It was the perfect place to camp; not a soul around so no need for modesty in the form of clothing (a relief in this heat) and the scenery is incredible. The only downfall is the flies: it seems that neither flies nor ants here seem to care that I've doused myself in OFF Deep Woods. Today I'm glad I decided to keep the tent!

And off I go into South Australia...