Paraburdoo

On the very day that Marion Robert Morrison* appeared in The Australian newspaper, we travelled from Coral Bay to Paraburdoo thru country Mr Morrison would have been proud to ride; neckerchiefed, rifle in hand, squinting in concentration.
U.S. film lot or the Australian outback?
Actually it’s the road to Paraburdoo from the Highway1 at Nanutarra Road House about 270 km travelling east with afternoon sun behind us all the way.
Australia: Australia: Australia all the way.
The Canadian Rockies, Norwegian Fiords etc all have their place, but it is the Aussie mountain ranges that beat them all. Travelling hour upon hour these ranges are mesmerising in their beauty. Against an other-wise blank flat landscape canvas the ranges’ entreat you with brilliant red sandy earth, starkly contrasting to a brilliant blue sky, distant views are clothed in the familiar Aussie blue hues, creek beds are adorned with stark white trunked gums, native Australian budgerigars fly in a harmonious unison of yellow and green, fat cattle graze on belly high green grasses, tufted green grass/shrubs clothe hillsides and eagles, kites and (an obviously smelly) solitary emu, all enjoy this spectacular landscape. But it is the greening of the countryside that takes your breath away!

Wow! What a day!

We got away from the sunburnt country of Coral Bay to the red-earth reaches of iron ore country- a distance of 529km- which included missing a snake slithering across the road and stopping for a Tasmanian lady travelling alone in a Ford Transit motor home broken down by the side of the road**

*Marion Morrison changed his name to John Wayne
**Isabel arranged for the RAC to go out and help the broken down lady