I love our long red plains with salt-bush scattered and the odd shrub. Too sandy and dry for trees to really grow except the giant river red gums along the old dried creek beds.
Dead flat for several hundred kilometres in any direction a driver’s vision is riddled with mirages. The dead straight roads play havoc with our mind on that long drive home.
We don’t want to stop, we race the clock keen to be in our own bed. Probably too tired but far too excited to take a break … like that final gallop toward the home paddock we are no different from the horse!
Inspired by Carrot Ranch’s competition … photo courtesy of Atraxarta … beauty is indeed in the eye of the beholder