After breakfast in Tom Price we had a bit of a problem, one of Bruce’s riding sandals was missing. Half an hour later I found it hanging on a fence where someone had put it, having found it when the dingo that took it from Bruce’s camp dropped it. Two fang marks in it as a momento.

Finally on the road to Karijini National Park. About 1/3 of the way there is a lookout which has been made into a local memorial for deceased locals. Another 10 kms further on there was a big hill, so steep that roadtrains need a ‘banker’ to help pull them over the top as the banker driver waiting for an explosives truck explained. Then it was lunch near the entrance to the park.

Shortly after entering the park and paying our fees into the Honour Box the tailwind really started to blow. The last twenty kilometres in to the Eco Retreat turnoff was a blast. The last two kilometres changed from beautiful bitumen to horrible corrugated roughness that shook our bags off the bikes.

The privately run Eco Retreat was full (no camp spaces left) when we got there but a bit of pleading from Bruce got us a spot in a cleared but unlevelled development area. All good for cyclists. And then a night under the stars.