Not Quite Cameron Corner

We set off early with Cameron Corner, the site where three states meet, as our goal. All went well along a freshly graded road until we met absolutely ferocious corrugation that rattled and shook our bus to the core. We arrived at Fort Grey, 23km from Cameron Corner and decided to air down the tyres. Feeling pleased to have deflated the tyres, I got a nasty deflating feeling when I noticed a busted water tank mounting. B*gg**r. 

We tied up a makeshift repair with string and headed back to Tibooburra with our tail between our legs. The local mechanic confirmed we need to head 320km south to Broken Hill for a fix. Driving slow and gentle, we overnighted at the tiny roadhouse of Packsaddle. Black clouds gathered and a couple of drops of rain descended. The owner said they had been in drought for 3.5 years, and were trucking in expensive water from Broken Hill.

Limping into Broken Hill, we organised repairs, then headed to the Living Desert Starlight Primitive campsite. 

Just as we were settling in, the ranger races up in her ute to tell us to shut all doors and windows. Within seconds, a massive inky, red rolling dust storm attacks. The skies turn dark, the wind howls, and we hunker down inside the bus awed by nature.

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Broken Hill, Dust Storm,