The red dirt of Western Australia. There's nothing quite like it, is there? After what felt like an eternity zig-zagging across this wide brown land, I finally crossed back into our home state. It was a welcome sight, to say the least.
I made camp just south of Coolgardie for the night. One more sleep on the road. I found a tidy little free camp in the Shire of Coolgardie. Basic, as you might expect, but perfectly adequate for my needs. I settled in, made tea, and watched the sun dip below the horizon. There's a unique stillness out here, a quiet that you just don't find in the cities. It's a good sort of quiet, the sort that settles your bones and makes you feel profoundly at peace.
The landscape around Coolgardie has a certain stark beauty. The eucalypts stand tall and proud, even in this harsh climate. It’s a landscape that tells a story of resilience. I thought about the gold rush days, the prospectors and their dreams, the fortunes made and lost in the blink of an eye. We've always been drawn to the history of this area, the stories of grit and determination etched into the land itself.
Tomorrow, it's home. A hot shower, a proper meal, and the comfort of four walls. It’s hard to say goodbye to the open road. But I am looking forward to seeing family again. This trip may have been cut short, but sometimes, you just have to roll with the punches. Besides, there are always more adventures waiting around the corner.