After slipping away from the Murray we delved into a spot by the name of Bowmans Park.  Here we were able to do some small walks to the lookout and through an old abandoned homestead.  Then we gathered some wood and crank up a fire to get a stew going.  After a few hours of sitting in the coals, it came up a treat.  We also bumped in an old spider mate who seemed to be hiding in our chairs!

After a one night stay here we made it over to Port Augusta to restock before heading north.  We quickly discovered that Port Augusta was home to the NQR.  Very humble and willing to help but just a little off centre.  This wasn’t just our view as afew days later after bumping into a couple from Adelaide, they confirmed this.

Once we had a bit of a culture shock we disappeared straight up the Stuart Hwy toward Uluru.  Being so far away still, we stopped at a Roadhouse by the name of Pimba where we stumbled into a minute portion of the Grey Army.  Here we set up camp and quickly jumped on the roof rack with some nibblies and our beers to watch the sun set over the caravans and into the desolate distance.