Broken Hill

We woke to a chilly morning in Peterborough. It had been raining through the night; luckily by the time we left the park at 8.15am the rain was easing. I changed the cotton sheets on the bed for warmer ones for tonight. John stopped in town and I bought us a coffee to have on the drive. I pack a thermos every day in case we feel like a rest stop, always handy to have it with us.

We crossed into New South Wales around 50 klms before Broken Hill, our stopover for tonight. The drive today was 260klms. We saw wild goats on the side of the road, no other wild life today.
At one time we had to get off the road for a large truck with a 7 metre wide load. It took over both lanes. At other times we have seen wide loads, but none as large as this one.

There were lots of motor bike riders on the road, we realized later were the group, Black Dog, who ride for an organization to rise funds for the prevention of depression and suicide. We waved to lots of the riders, they were heading to the Red Centre.

We arrived in Broken Hill about 1pm, time to take a look around the town, go to the bank and book into the Broken Hill Tourist park where we have camped before. John went into a hotel and was told he could go up to the balcony to take some photos of the town.
We have a long drive tomorrow, 460klms to Cobar.

Grand old bus now a motorhome.

19th August