We have made our way south and into a little place called Wilunna, just at the start of the Canning Stock Route. Actually we stayed at No:2. Well last night with a nice campfire and plenty of stars.
You may recall yesterday being Friday the 13th and this had some significance to us as the night before we left Newman we had a black cat sleeping at the back of our camper. I thought it might be a good omen for the day but I'm not so sure on that as we did have a few calamities.
Firstly we were travelling along the dirt road, very well maintained on the whole, but occasionally a few corrugations only to have our kitchen box, which holds all our knives, forks, cups plates etc fall off the back onto the ground, spiralling everywhere all over the road. Unbeknown to us this had happened, but as luck has it Robin and Doug were driving behind us and came upon it. Oh, what a mess! Everything strewed all over the place: boxes broken, plates, knives, spoons everywhere, biscuits barrels and more. Rob was concerned it had to one ours as my husband never let's anything go past him without investigating or making comment on it and as this had not happened conclusions were drawn correctly.
Next this to go wrong was one of our tyres had a puncture when we finally arrived at the camp site for the night. The 13th was certainly a memorable day for all the wrong reasons - or the right ones depending on how you look at it. We still had all our dishes and cutlery and the tyre only went flat when we arrived in camp, so not too bad under the circumstances.
It was great to catch up with John and Veronica Quinn and also their son Mark in Newman. We had a wonderful time catching up on all the news from their neck of the woods as well as our news from home and the trip. They hadn't heard the news about GSI and Veronica was very shocked as she had once worked for them.
On down the road again heading south. The weather has freshened and even had a bit of rain this morning. Till further down the line........
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