Day Five

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Staving off redundancy
This is a weird feeling. We’re making camp at Curtin Springs on the Lesseter Hwy, about 100km from Uluru. There’s activity going on all around me, but there’s not a lot I can contribute. I’ll be sleeping in the car tonight, and Dad is sharing a tent with some of the others, so there’s no tent to even supervise setting up.
I managed to pull all the chairs out of the troopie and set them up, but apart from that, I’m done. I have the last Coopers Pale in my one good hand, and I’m sitting down.
The drive today was good. Bitumen kind of good. The long hours in the one spot, and the pressure of the sling on my collar bone has really helped, I think. The bones have barely shifted today, and the “bump” that I’m bound to end up with feels minimal enough. Pain wise, things have settled down. I can feel things clicking when I move, but it really doesn’t hurt too much. I’ve more than halved my drug intake today, which has to be a good thing.
This morning we took a quick tour of Coober Pedy. We checked out the underground Catacomb Church, which is open to the public all day. While we were there, Dad started to sing the old song “Jesus thou art everything to me”. No one else seemed to know it but me, so I sang along. When I turned around to see Dad later, he was in tears. Hugs really hurt when you have a broken collar bone, it turns out.
The landscape changed subtly throughout the day. It was mostly flat, but the vegetation varied a lot. Once we turned on to the Lesseter Hwy we saw more grass amongst the scrub, and more cattle as well. We watched the light of the setting sun on Mt Connor as we approached Curtin Springs.

Staving off redundancy
This is a weird feeling. We’re making camp at Curtin Springs on the Lesseter Hwy, about 100km from Uluru. There’s activity going on all around me, but there’s not a lot I can contribute. I’ll be sleeping in the car tonight, and Dad is sharing a tent with some of the others, so there’s no tent to even supervise setting up.

I managed to pull all the chairs out of the troopie and set them up, but apart from that, I’m done. I have the last Coopers Pale in my one good hand, and I’m sitting down.

The drive today was good. Bitumen kind of good. The long hours in the one spot, and the pressure of the sling on my collar bone has really helped, I think. The bones have barely shifted today, and the “bump” that I’m bound to end up with feels minimal enough. Pain wise, things have settled down. I can feel things clicking when I move, but it really doesn’t hurt too much. I’ve more than halved my drug intake today, which has to be a good thing.

This morning we took a quick tour of Coober Pedy. We checked out the underground Catacomb Church, which is open to the public all day. While we were there, Dad started to sing the old song “Jesus thou art everything to me”. No one else seemed to know it but me, so I sang along. When I turned around to see Dad later, he was in tears. Hugs really hurt when you have a broken collar bone, it turns out.

The landscape changed subtly throughout the day. It was mostly flat, but the vegetation varied a lot. Once we turned on to the Lesseter Hwy we saw more grass amongst the scrub, and more cattle as well. We watched the light of the setting sun on Mt Connor as we approached Curtin Springs.

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