We hadn’t even gone to sleep when we got a call from the US. It was just after midnight and apparently it is Rachael’s 21st birthday here in Oz so she gave us a call.

 

I am sure we celebrated it a month ago. Oh well, happy 21st again Rachael.

 

When we woke up and looked outside there was an empty campground with us the only one in the park.

 

After filling up with almost our most expensive fuel ($1.899), it was onto the road to Queensland.

 

I had read that the Barkly Highway was a rough ride but the road yesterday was some of the best we had been on and it started out the same today.

 

As soon as we hit the floodplains though the road became a roller coaster ride. The soil must be reactive here with the water in the wet season and lots of ups and downs and bumps.

 

It certainly showed today why it was called the Tablelands. The lands for as far as you could see was as flat as a table.

This is cattle country and there was plenty of cattle today and even some horses to see.

 

We farewelled Northern Territory and welcomed Queensland with the obligatory Border photos.

 

Today’s camp was Camooweal with its drover history. Not much here except for a couple of servo’s, a pub and a couple of caravan parks.

 

After setting up camp, we headed down to Camooweal Caves National Park to have a look. It seemed to be a claytons National Park with cattle roaming all over the place.

 

These caves are similar to the Nullarbor Plain but are not open to have a look. All you can see are a couple of sinkhole cave entrances.

 

Before heading to the van we checked out Lake Francis free camp on the western side of town. It was packed with vans lining the banks for about a kilometre.

 

You might as well be in a caravan park being that crammed in.