This will be my memory of the Outback. The silver, gold Mitchell grass plains stretching endlessly to the far distant horizon. The fence, road and telegraph poles marching in unison to converge in the cloudless blue sky. The few spindly trees struggling to survive. The vastness of the landscape.
This is pastoral country that our pioneers settled and with blood, sweat and tears created huge stations that covered thousands of acres. Nature was a cruel master throwing drought, floods, plaques of insects and through the years creating many challenges. For three years it has been a time of good rains and settled climate, but for how long no one knows.
So this year as we passed through this sweeping landscape we saw it at its best.