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As the sun sank low in the west, the expedition marched forward.
A herd of cows.
A homestead on the horizon.
Beware of cows.
A long, lonesome train carrying tank cars linked together with pivoting pipes.
Passing through a small town in the middle of nowhere.
The school.
The microwave tower bringing communication with the outside world.
Back on the lonesome highway.
An actual curve in the road!
No flooding on the day we passed through.
Our first ant hill sighting.
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.
