Quorn to Broken Hill

28 August 2002 The rain in Quorn turned out to be nothing more than half a dozen heavy drops in the early hours of the morning.  The drought is palpable here.  We had breakfast in the camp kitchen, and packed up our gear and headed out of the caravan park, filling our green gas bottle…

Quorn via Hawker

27 August 2002 The next morning we packed up. The girls were extremely helpful, so for the last half hour we let them play in “Rockville”.  As we crawled along the gravel road out of the national park, Clare pointed out that Ruby was crying.  The poor kiddo had an earache.  Susie and I went…