Serenity at last

Well the acres and acres of green wheat , wet soggy Adelaide Hills, have been left behind and we have at last come across red soil, little grey bush and little eucalyptus. I think Daddy called it salty, greasy bush back in 1983.  First back to the Adelaide Hills – coming down a very, very, very steep decline when Em’s voice came across the radio, “it is time to get into the right hand lane to make our right hand turn and head towards Port Augusta”. John and I already had our feet planted on the brakes as we shuddered down the hill.  More shuddering, more planting of feet, John shifted into manual gears, turned the right hand indicator and started for the right hand lane. Well I am here to tell the story so we made it.  Had a quiet night at Port Augusta and headed to Wadlata, Outback Centre after breakfast.  Spent a good couple of hours, finding out about the dreamtime moon, morning star,  the outback explorers and the Ghan Train.  Must tell you about one story of the Ghan.  Woman kept asking when would they be getting to Alice Springs.  Conductor was getting annoyed.  Asked the woman why do you want to know?  Her answer, because I am ready to deliver my baby.  His answer, why did you get on the train in that condition?  Her answer, I wasn’t in this condition when I got on the train.  Having a glorious evening, sitting in the middle of nowhere, overlooking Lake Hart watching the sun go down.  I must away as the last rays have gone down and I can’t see any more XXX