We are outta here…

The day has finally come and we are back on the road. We had a leisurely run out of Orange, up to Dubbo and onwards.

The most exciting thing that happend enroute may appear minor and inconsequential but it has truly saved my sanity. I have been chasing a rattle under the dash ever since the the Gibb Rr Rd last year. I have pulled the whole dash board apart over the last 10 months looking for it with no luck.

Let me set the scene for you:

Me: I can not find this ****ing noise! It has to be right there somewhere (pointing at the dash).

Kaz: Maybe its the CD stacker?

What do you know… ejecting the 6 CDs fixed it!

We decided a little place called Cumborah would do for the night. Piling out of the car we had Myrtle up in no time and we were soon sitting around the Noah fire enjoying a drink.

We have brought away with us a little fire pit called “The Wedge”. Kaz miss-read it and hense forth it will be known as “The Weirdo”.

We had a great time feeding wood to The Weirdo, eating our snags and planning our next days drive.

Half an hour after hitting the sack the pitter-patter of rain drops sent us off to sleep. What a nice overnighter area. Cost is by donation only and we were happy to pop a few $$ in the box.

The next morning we made the short drive to the bustling metropolis that is Lightning Ridge. Lots of holes in the ground and lots of tourists as well!

We visited the local MPS to say hello as Kaz has made a few trips out here in her district role. It was a good time to drop by as they were celebrating NAIDOC Week with a delicious cake! (sorry… no pic… eating!)