At Eulo we cross the Paroo River and shortly after turn north onto a good single lane bitumen road. The countryside is dry red dirt, stony with gidgee and mulga. It feels like we are in the middle of nowhere, then my phone beeps with a text message…Oh whoopee I’m entitled to a cheap haircut …in Adelaide! (1455kms south)
We press on through mulga and red dirt occasionally stopping or moving over to let someone pass. An hour and a half later we turn off to the boulder opal fields at Yowah. Our mate Vee and several others have told us not to miss this town but gee we just can’t embrace it. The best building in town is the school. It’s closed. There’s a modern community bore (artesian spa) which doesn’t really appeal at this hour of the morning and a few streets of ramshackle housing interspersed with fossickers caravans. Oh, and large wandering cattle as fences are a rarity out here. We don’t sight a single soul. Some places grab you and some don’t. I can understand that some people would love Yowah but it doesn’t grab us. But at least we’ve seen it. Perhaps we should have gone fossicking.