Driving in the desert...
Howard tells me that this is the most remote has ever been. On our drive from
Wentworth to Broken Hill, we passed about twenty cars in three hours (~300km). On the way from Broken Hill to Tibooburra, we passed about ten cars in seven hours (~300km).

The beautiful desert...

More beautiful desert....

So much beautiful desert...

OK, so there was a lot of desert...

You're kidding me! The road is going to get rough?!?! (At this stage, we had been driving for about three hours, on some pretty rough roads. And we weren't even halfway to Tibooburra yet...)

Occasionally, there was a patch of bitumen on the road. Ah, it was like heaven....

Crazy spider nests (?!) - see, I told you we looked for bugs.

A much needed rest stop at the Packsaddle. Ice cream and beer and a shady porch - who could ask for more?

Is that a lake I can see on the horizon? Maybe it's the infamous inland sea that
Charles Sturt was searching for...

Wow. There's still more desert.

We made it! This is out the back of the caravan park in Tibooburra. I'm trying to adjust to not being shaken to pieces in the campervan, at the same time as dealing with the sweltering heat and the flies... But, gee, was I glad to be there!

This is the front page of the menu from the Tibooburra pub. What you probably can't read is this:
Great home style cooking about as far away from home as you can be!!!
[note the fly on the menu]