It was well after 5pm, darkness was fast approaching and it was raining. The kids were hungry, I was getting grumpy and looking forward to getting to camp when we turned off the blacktop onto the road to Palm Valley. This sign greeted us. Jo and I exchanged looks, you know the one, the one that normally precedes damage to our gear - or occasionally glory. It was time to check out other options.
The road into Palm Valley... the way we like it - normally
A quick check of the map and wiki-camps revealled nothing promising nearby. In short there was no plan B. A quick discussion with Jim and Kylie and we agreed to push on. After all, how bad could it really get?
We let some air out of the tyres before we commenced heading down the track. The track followed the Finke River - meaning it was mostly on a firm base of river gravel. We made good progress, all the while expecting horrendous conditions around the next corner, and found none. In fact it took us about half an hour to get to the campsite - a relatively easy drive.
