Now at Wilcannia
Left Trilby in a frozen state with the temperature at 0.4C in the caravan next door, in our little van it was more like 4 below. Leanne hasn’t been so cold for a long time, I just took it on the chin. All the Station dogs were frozen to the trees. We were late getting away thawing out in the morning sun. Leanne decreed that it was to be a night in a motel, I didn’t disagree. Had a steak sandwich at the Tilpa hotel and signed our names on the pub wall along with every other person who had passed by over the last however many years. The road from Tilpa to Wilcannia was closed due to flood impacts so we had to go the long way round out towards Cobar and then cut back to Wilcannia, where we arrived around 5pm and booked into the local. Met up with Wayne our long-lost friend who works with RTA out of Broken Hill. The three of us enjoyed a chinese dinner at the Bowling Club and reminisced about the past and all the old times in Wilcannia and other parts of NSW.