WATER, WATER EVERY-WHERE
THE convoy ground to a halt. Like normal, I was tail-end-Charlie and had no idea of what was happening up at the front of our group of travellers. “Eh, Foss”, the CB chattered in to life, “Can you come up here?” “Sure,” I replied, as ‘Foss’ was what my son calls me and is short for ‘Fossil’; a loving term, I’m sure.
As I worked my way along the group and came over a low sand ridge, the reason for our unplanned stop became immediately apparent.
Across the track and spreading out as far as the eye could see, was a veritable sea of water. The blanket of water, dotted with spinifex close to shore while farther out only the taller trees stood above the liquid expanse, stretched away to the north and south and out of view.
While a couple of volunteers checked how deep the water was, Trent and I sent our drones for an aerial view to get a better idea of what was in front of us. It wasn’t good and while I love seeing water in desert country and the life it brings, this time it meant turning around and backtracking – something we hate to do!
LEAVING CEDUNA
OUR latest desert sojourn with Moon Tours () had begun a week previously when we had met
