Milestones

Snuggled onto George’s top bunk, a fair distance from any kind of civilisation, I realise two things. One, that today I skated past the 400 kilometre mark, and two, very unlike BoardFree UK we haven’t been making a big deal of the one hundreds. 100km down, 200km down, 300km down. None of that. I think at one stage I told Dim and Dan that I’d passed the 200km mark and I got no more than an unimpressed grunt in reply. And here, camped in a clearing 40 metres off the Great Eastern Highway with Southern Cross 52km to the west and Coolgardie some 135km to the east, I can understand exactly why these mini-milestones aren’t overly significant. It’s because Australia is a bloody big place.

We’re camping in a dirt clearing just a few metres behind a line of scrub that borders the Highway. It’s the first time we’ve ‘roughed it’ on BoardFree Australia, and as Road Trains rumble by looking like terrifically long Christmas trees I’d say everyone here is pretty happy with their lot. Early night, early morning tomorrow.