Day 42 41Mile Bore to Mt Isa

The Only thing we had to do today was drive.  I suppose that it was an ominous sign that there was a dry nappy from our youngest this morning.  This is a first in a couple of weeks, but we were extremely proud that he managed to hold on until he got outside.  Why do I mention this?  Well probably because for most of today absolutely nothing happened.

We drove steadily for around 3 hours, and finally reached the border between NT and QLD.  A couple of quick photos and we continued the drive through...now let me get the wording correct from the Mt Isa brochure that we collected. "Spectacular savannah grasslands."

Loosely translated, this means bloody miles of completely nothing.  There was an assortment of various road kills along the way, but meandering grassy fields of nothing were the order of the day.

The real saving grace of this drive was the wattle that we saw in flower occasionally.  I put this drive right up there with Port Hedland to Broome.  In short, if you want to numb your brain to vacuousness, then this is the drive for you. 

Once in Queensland, it wasn't far to Camooweal, where we stopped for fuel that wasn't as ridiculously expensive as some, but still a kings ransom to what it could have been.  The rest of the day was uneventful...Until...

Rowan usually appears at this point of my blog with some new misdeed that he has done himself.  I must say, we should have taken the nappy as a warning.  Rowan is fine, but Lisa fell down the steps of the caravan, twisting both ankles, grazing a knee, jarring her hip and potentially destroying her back again which has plagued her for the past week.  The bruising on her foot indicates potential fracture, and a visit to the Emergency Room at Mt Isa District Hospital has a referral for X-Ray in the morning.  I swear she'll do anything to get out of cooking and driving. 

Tomorrow is a new day...today has been an....ADVENTURE!