With aching heads we face the tar Sunday morning, pull out the laptop in Ceduna and find, not for the last time, that the weather has not been kind and road closures are the order of the day.
Not to be deterred, in true ADV style we decide to go anyway, if it turns to shit we can always revert to plan F/305.
After picking up a few supplies, Chris needed a new thong (or 2) we head on out to Wirrulla where we pick up Paul on the mighty ex Stevered 1200ADV and hit the dirt.
This road from Wirrulla to Kingoonya is sometimes a bit sandy, but with the recent rain the sand is firm and we make good time to be past the lakes by camp time.
Paul has a fancy new tent.
But check out the bed beside it, Robin did.
Some guys are so soft, words fail me.
Chez Guzzi was a little more basic.
Chris also took out a second mortgage on the family home and lashed out on a new tent.
He complained that it leaked, but we all know what a dicky prostate can do.
A bit of bench racing around the fire, an early start, (Robin, do you sleep at all?) and it's off up the track, very picturesque country this, but missed most of the photogenic stuff.
Kingoonya, on the trans line consists of a pub. But they do good toasties and the beer was fine.
TBC