At Marla we say goodbye to the bitumen and head on to the dirt.
It never rains in the dessert.
Oodnadatta - The driest town in the driest state on the driest continent. Ha.
It rained as we were coming in, about 20km North it hit us, just a quick storm, nothing too bad.
But then as we got closer to Oodnadatta, for those who don't know (I was one) Oodnadatta is on a clay pan, we slipped and slid, visions of rolling were in my mind, Les just seems to think the worst would of been jack knifing it (probably off the road), so it was with white knuckles and a huge sigh of relief that the famous Pink Roadhouse was reached.
That evening we watched the storm clouds roll around us, wondering what made us think of coming this way?? What are we doing???
The following morning with blue skies beaming it was with some trepidation we left to continue down the track. We had tried to find out track conditions but being not the tourist time everything was shut,there was no phone coverage or a land line, so seeing a couple of trucks rattle off down the road we followed. Les was driving, our plan was to take it slow and see how it goes. 10 km down the track OK, 20km OK, 30, 40, 50 all Ok, don't know what we were worried about, apart from a few puddles around William Creek, nothing to write home about Phew..,
William Creek was wonderful, the pub full of memorabilia of past travellers and an interesting display of rockets fired from Woomera back in the 70's. One the first stage rocket fired in 1971 was only found in the 90's this particular one delivered a British satelite safely into orbit. With a population of 6 (no I'm not kidding) it was well worth the visit.