Go West, Day 65 – Tom Price
Day 65 Sunday 10th May 2015 Beasley River to Tom Price A lone bird sings us awake. The inside of the van is a sea of dead bodies, a film of tiny black dots and bits of wings. It must have been a bugger of a night. Once more the road winds gently through the red rusty hills. Water courses are marked with white trunked ghost gums. As we approach Paraburdoo high carved hills come into view. The town is very suburban except for a large green 1600 HP haul truck on display beside the road. It must get very … Continue reading Go West, Day 65 – Tom Price
