The march westward continues. The great expanse of flat nothingness lays out before us like so much straight rope.
An isolated settlement on the Flinders Highway.
Trees gradually give way to empty grasslands.
Straight nothing.
Nothing forever.
The nothing just keeps on going.
More nothing.
Another car! We got very excited to see someone else on this desolate highway.
A few cows roam out here. But not much else.
