To Canning Cairn. We donned parkas. And should have added something warmer than a T-shirt.

Stopped in the car park (if such an expanse of compressed stones in the middle of a desert can be called a car park - to call our vehicle a car seems to diminish it) there is a stone arrow and cairn.

Obviously (?) it points to the easy way up the escarpment to the cairn.

Enough left in ruin to recognise it.

Tyre treads clear. Unlike dry soft sand on some dunes with high tyre pressures leading to lack of traction.

This one younger (or at least smaller) than most was slower and unsure of which direction to run.

Cute little balls of feathers.

Probably the roughest on the whole track.

It became visible as I came around a corner, I wasn't ready. Should have used a lower gear .... !

And corrugations.

A wide swale followed by another dune.

The track seems to meander, finding a route around the end of dunes, and over others.

And showers.

A domestic day.

After a heavy dew the individual antennae of the phased array are highlighted.

No need for the bucket, we pump directly from the well.

Trailers are discouraged. Not only because they fail but the towing vehicle adds to track deterioration.

Thoughts of rain are now a day in the past. Blue skies again.

We expected a climb, but the vehicle track took us nearly to the top. Which wasn't really very far.

Training for the camel races?

A radically different landscape as the sand became thinner and stonier, and shrubs took over from spinifex.

We see these occasionally. Every few days. And not only on the stock route.

We wonder at pollination. Surely insects can't visit each flower?

One of the advantages of starlink giving us internet is we can research and look at our surroundings as we proceed, in the moment, rather than forgetting to look later.

There was nothing special that we could identify in the middle of the circle.