Border Crossing Imminent

                            Aftermath of thunderstorm at Fraser Range - partial rainbow and "Fist of God!"
We are poised in Eucla this afternoon, just about to cross into the wilderness that is South Australia. For the weather nuts out there, I posted on the last blog that we were trying to stay in the cool air behind the trough that is currently moving through the Bight. Well yesterday we musta outrun the trough and we found ourselves back in the 40 degree air ahead of the trough when we pulled into Fraser Range Station Caravan Park. As the trough came through that evening we were treated to a spectacular thunderstorm display, although as I lay a little uneasy in bed my mind kept drifting to those media reports you see when tornadoes seek out and destroy trailer parks in the US. I thought “Am I just another piece of trailer trash waiting to be interviewed and say “Gaw, ut sounded jist like a freight train goin' overhead!!” as I sifted through the remains of all my worldly goods?” Mercifully the twister never came and doubly mercifully, we’re back in the cool air again.

Maureen was fussing around in our little pantry the other day, looking perplexed. It seems she had discovered that dust must be getting into our camper because she found a coating of dust all over her measuring cups. I had to come clean and tell her that I was getting some stuff out of the pantry in the dark and the bluddy measuring cups ejected themselves and EXPLODED into the dirt at my feet. So I had to stop everything and pick the suckers up – I thought I did a reasonable job cleaning them up – apparently I didn’t – but at least she won’t have to take days to forensic the camper to discover the phantom leak (honesty is the best policy I find).

Going to check out the old telegraph station ruins before the light fades.