We've settled in for our third night on the road, finding ourselves a lovely spot just prior to the border. There's something special about these quiet bush camps—no facilities, no other caravans, just us and the gums stretching out in every direction.
The clearing we've chosen near Eucla is typical of this part of Western Australia. The ground's firm enough for the van, though we've got the leveling mats down at the door. Scattered saltbush and low scrub dot the sandy earth, and those wonderfully twisted eucalypts provide just enough shelter from any breeze that might pick up overnight.
Lisa and I have been making good time across the Nullarbor, but we're in no rush. That's the beauty of the Big Lap—you can pull up wherever feels right and call it home for the night. Tonight, with the light fading to that soft golden glow that photographers dream about, this remote spot feels absolutely perfect.
The LandCruiser and van are set up nicely. Everything's level, shoes kicked off at the door, and we're ready to enjoy a peaceful evening. Looking out from the caravan doorway, there's not another soul in sight—just the way we like it. The silence out here is remarkable. No traffic noise, no generators humming from nearby sites, just the occasional call of a bird settling in for the night.
These are the moments that make covering the vast distances across Australia worthwhile. Sure, the Eyre Highway stretches on for what seems like forever, but when you can pull off and find solitude like this, surrounded by native bush that's barely changed in thousands of years, you remember why you're doing this journey.
Tomorrow we'll cross into South Australia, but tonight belongs to Western Australia's eucalyptus country. The trees create these beautiful silhouettes against the evening sky, their gnarled branches testament to years of surviving in this arid climate. It's rugged, it's remote, and it's quintessentially Australian.
Time to fire up the camp stove and enjoy dinner with a view that money simply can't buy.