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Daily Archives: July 14, 2015
Day Twenty-Four: Harder Than It Needed To Be.
After a freezing night camped at a non-descript roadside rest area, somewhere between Erldunda and Yulara, we had a leisurely lie in this morning, awaking to find that we and a sole whizz banger were the only occupants left. By … Continue reading
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