The dust

Yesterday we reluctantly said farewell to ElQuestro...our life on the ranch has come to an end. We were able to vote at the 'remote pollong booth' so we happy to give the red headed girl our thumbs up.

We drove over 300km on the Gibb River Rd. We stopped for a much needed rest at Ellenbray on the way, famous for their scones (thanks for that tip Sarah Brown!). A lush green oasis in the middle of absolutely nowhere..









The corrugations and rocks are one thing to deal with here in the Kimberley, but let me tell you it's the dust that's the real killer. The car and camper are covered in it, the interior of the car is layered with it and by the end of the day the dust got right into my head. It is embedded in my skin, under my nails, lining my lungs and filling my nose. It settles on your eyelashes, feels gritty in your eyes, and is simply impossible to avoid. Yesterday I felt like screaming...I can't take this dust anymore.

I should add that the dust is sometimes beautiful....just sometimes:







Cazz x

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