Day 54 | Ballinyoo Bridge, Murchison River: the river might be flowing, but you don't need to salt your porridge
75 km | zzOz total: 2,768 km
Road Closed.
Maybe.
The signs aren’t exactly prominent, they might just be on standby.
I continue.
In any case I’m of the belief road closures are usually to avoid damage to the road. The fines can be $10,000 per wheel, trying to stop the road being fully churned up.
In any case there’s few other fellow travellers in the course of the day: an off-road caravan, a horse float, with horse.
A local with huge jowls stops to ask some inane questions, no front teeth, perhaps not due to long term tooth decay, their removal may have been more abrupt. He smiles at me anyway.
A 4WD ute rumbles past, 3 aboriginal blokes on the back enthusiastically wave, one forgetting to hold on and almost falls off. I later find they had been roo shooting and had just skinned 4 roos, which must have been the other lumps on the back of the ute. They’re happy.
I’m happy too, as good a road as you could wish for, maybe a little soft due to the rain, and that’s the traffic for the day.