
The expedition stopped at the remote Barkley Homestead to take on provisions of fuel and ice cream. A traveler in line in front of us for petrol had a whimsical sign attached to the back of his camper.

The only fuel for several hundred kilometers in either direction.

The expedition lead vehicle after re-provisioning.

A bucket for a dump truck on the way to some far-flung mining outpost in the bush.


The long straight road across the Barkley Tableland. The expedition force-marched across this vast expanse of nothing.
