Going South in Spring 2016 travel blog

Early start for a long drive to Broken Hill. Through the gentle hills around Cobar until the land flattened out on the flood plains of the Darling River at Wilcannia. All along the side of the road is a continuation of the wildflowers that we saw yesterday - pink, white, yellow, purple and red. Quite spectacular. What a town, Wilcannia would have been when the paddle steamers plied their trade along the Darling. Now it is an aboriginal town of closed shops and decay.

On for another couple of hours of driving as the land turns in to the open flat ├│utback' country you think about. Then there is Broken Hill - not quite what I thought. The hills are not very large and the biggest is the left over tailings from the BHP mine. We did some shopping and went up to the lookout overlooking the town. Brenton had an incident with the caravan park toilets, he went in but it wouldn't let him out. He had to crawl under the door to get out. Keagan thought he was joking when he said he was locked in as he walked away.

The weather was delightful. Looking forward to tomorrow.

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