We got up with the birds, put on a load of washing, had a hair wash (you just never know where the next 3 minute shower will come along) and breakfast.  The packing up is quick. On the road again.  We see quite a few caravans, there are not too many off road ones though, we haven’t come across one like ours yet.  It is flat grass land with a few low trees and scrubby bush on either side of the road, no sheep, cattle or houses to be seen anywhere.  In the far distance there are some beautiful mountain ranges.  It is all very peaceful.  We have been out of telephone and internet range – it was good to hear that we had 4 messages.  We talked to Monica and James (I got quite home sick to think that we still have 2 and half months to go before seeing them and my gorgeous Jackson and Austin.)  We got through to Dad and caught up with some friends while we could. Small towns and hamlets are very far and few in between.  We planned to stop for the night at a small place called Jericho but they didn’t have a suitable place.  No cheese wine and bickies today but another 86 km driving to the next rest area.  We have been alone on the road, it is dusk and Ron has to watch out for the kangaroos.  The bonus is that we see a glorious sun set.  It is dark when we arrived at the rest area, 2 kms east from Barcaldine. We thought that we will have it all to ourselves but to our amazement we had at least 12/14  campers.  In 5 minutes we were ready to cook dinner at the community BBQ and meld into the community.  It is amazing the people you meet on a trip like this.  A couple who live just around the corner from my brother’s place in Wagga, a truck driver knows Ron’s uncle Reg in Kiama, a young family come from Alstonville, very close to where Suanne, Ron’s sister lives.