DAY 12 LITTLE RIVER TO BLACK BULL

Virtually flat to Croydon, yeay! But warm. Quite warm.

A NP worker drove down the track while we were having breakfast, probably checking out who had fires in the NP.  He explained that the helicopters were looking for 70 x 2 year old steers missing from a roadtrain that had fallen off the road the day before.  If i am right, about 6 killed in the rollover and same number injured and shot later.

Onwards, getting warmer as we rode on, arriving very hot at Croydon about 12. A steak sandwich and slightly off green Slushie at the centre of town cafe the others decided to try to make Black Bull rail siding halfway between Croydon and Normanton, another 60 km

I just made it, wobbling in powered by my last sugar love heart and Bruce’s melted Peppermint Cream.

Bruce camped in the old waiting shed, Brian and Christine on top of the picnic tables and me comfortably on the ground. A windy night.