Craig and I crossed the Nullarbor twice this month, and I chomping at the bit to tell you about it. The Nullarbor is part of Australia's great nothing. The name itself means no trees. There's little there - flat scrub, narrow roads, dirt and rocks. Towns are few and far between. It's a nomadic rite of passage in this great big country - one that we've been itching to do for a while.
Over the next few weeks, crafty goodness will be supplemented with pictures and tales from southwestern Australia. We took a train. We drove our truck. We went to ghost towns. We hit a bird, but saved another. We met fellow travelers and drank beer with locals. We played with their dogs and splashed in the ocean. We pitched tents and dodged heatwaves. We had a lot of fun.
I had intended to tell you about our trip before we left, but up until the very last moment we weren't sure that we were going. My head and neck were completely out of sorts. I was having good days and bad days. In the end though, open road therapy was just what I needed.
Get ready to laugh, cry and stare in wonder. Pack your bags and keep them light. The story takes off tomorrow with a short lesson in why you shouldn't camp on diesel.
Looking forward to some great posts!
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