The expedition stopped at the remote Barkley Homestead to take on provisions of fuel and ice cream. A traveler in line in front of us for petrol had a whimsical sign attached to the back of his camper.
The only fuel for several hundred kilometers in either direction.
The expedition lead vehicle after re-provisioning.
A bucket for a dump truck on the way to some far-flung mining outpost in the bush.
The long straight road across the Barkley Tableland. The expedition force-marched across this vast expanse of nothing.