When the sun came up the next morning, neither of us were quick to get moving. Our bodies were stiff and the air was cold. We made a cup of tea without saying much, and watched the birds. As we drank a second cup of tea, around 8am, we discussed whether to stay in Augathella for another day. It was only 85kms to Charleville, but we just weren’t sure if we wanted to do that today after yesterday’s long slog.
The decision was made when we realised it was Sunday and the supermarket wouldn’t open until tomorrow. Augy’s Famous Crumbed Steak had been great, but we couldn’t face a third pub meal in a row.
By 9.30am we had packed up, waved goodbye to Rob and Erina (grounded while they waited for RACQ to come and fix their car), and set off for Augathella. The Bureau of Meteorology predicted ‘light winds’. 85kms would be a breeze.
And breeze it did! Right into our faces!
The road from Augathella to Charleville was quieter than the A2 highway we had been on. There were lots of big boab trees, emus, echidnas (well, one live and one dead), and all sorts of birds.
As the day drew on, it was an effort to keep spirits up. Mick’s attempt consisted of comparing the day to what Burke & Wills suffered and was met with a few choice swear words from the stoker.
We did get there in the end, a whole hour before the Charleville IGA’s Sunday closing time of 4pm. This was plenty of time to buy some vegetables and other important food items (chocolate and crisps), slug down a litre of orange juice and head off for the caravan park.
Bailey Bar Caravan Park had grass, showers and a laundry, three basic but highly desirable qualities. Tomorrow we were staying here and that was that!