We rose early, packed up, dumped the black water, filled up with fresh water, got lost inside the park, recovered our bearings, drove the 10 km (6 miles) of corrugated dirt road back to the highway, and headed south.
The highway south skirts the Great Sandy Desert but there is no sign of it in the landscape. The vegetation varies from burnt out scrub to treeless paddocks with occasional stretches of low scrub with wild flowers in bloom. As we approached Sandfire a low line of hills appeared to the south east fringed by a strip of bright green vegetation. I guess there is an underground watercourse here which nourishes the trees creating a most welcome sight for the traveller.
After two hundred kilometres (120 miles) we reached the Sandfire Roadhouse and filled up the fuel tanks. I decided to call it a day so we booked into the caravan park.
On the way, we had passed the body of a snake which had met its match on the road. I got the book out and identified it as a Desert Death Adder. Sadly it can't add it to my list of sightings because it was a dead desert death adder.
After a well earned rest, we dined in style on fish and chips at the roadhouse. After dinner, I mended the TV and we watched a strange film called Snow Falls on Cedars which Jean had bought cheap in Woolies because she didn't understand the book and thought the film might reveal the meaning of it all. Her verdict - "Well that was a little bit clearer".