Day 7, Orroroo
Broken Hill, Yunta, Peterborough, Orroroo.
It was a pleasant 27 degrees this morning as I headed out of BH. My neighbours in the Caravan Park were from Broome, taking their kids to Melbourne and the snow for the first time. "Are you mad?" I asked. They were starting to doubt themselves, I think.
Unfortunately the only way for me to proceed was also a bit southwards. The sky darkened, the wind strengthened, and the temperature plummeted as I went along.
Unfortunately the only way for me to proceed was also a bit southwards. The sky darkened, the wind strengthened, and the temperature plummeted as I went along.
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By the time I was approaching Orroroo the temp was hovering around 11.
"No!" I cried.
"No!" I cried.