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A Harsher LandscapeAs we get closer to Mackay Hut, the landscape becomes more exposed, the plants hardier.
Up to the right there's been some serious erosion, and that's a possible clue about the origin of the boulders.
We continue. This side is definitely not for quad bikes.
A monument to womanhood...
Deception Creek.... No, we won't go there.
The bush changes again. We are looking for a waterway marked on the map as "Horrible Creek", interested to see what such a stream might look like, but it is not signposted, or if it is we miss it.
Another roadside attraction. My mum would have done the whole trip for this. She was fascinated by the whole business of mosses and lichens on trees and this is a luxuriant example.
More downs. Signage on the track appears to be totally capricious and random. We are nevertheless grateful for this one when we pass it.
The country has a certain sameness about it now, partly due to our getting stretched a little, but there is still much of interest in the detail of the small white flowers beside the track; as Fairburn remarked of the clematis against the drab green bush, like laughter in court.
I grab some biltong from my pocket and stoke up a bit. Put one in front.... "Ooohh. My back."
You know you're getting a little dehydrated when your attention goes internal — this ache, that itch and so on — instead of external, and you know you're getting tired when you start paying attention to where you want to be instead of where you are. Despite being in relatively good shape for the shape we're in, we have been anticipating this sign for about an hour.
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