At the base of each dune is an extra bit of track. "Run up"s for vehicles with drivers who believe momentum is the key to crossing dunes.

The scalloping, which causes our vehicle to roll lots, is a result of wheel spin from alternate wheels as they bounce their way up the dune.

We have no need of the run ups, our vehicles can't accelerate sufficiently. We get to plod our way up dunes with sufficiently low tyre pressures.

There are about 950 dunes to cross in the full length of the stock route. I feel most are in the northern section.

Through the middle where the track is solid.

We expected worse from the descriptions of drivers headed north.

We usually find it difficult to reconcile track descriptions with what we encounter. Difficult to know how much drama is being added, to say nothing of driver and vehicle capability, tyre pressures and loads, and changes in tracks from one day to the next.

We will soon be past the southerly occurrence of the trees.

We have a sense of gradually leaving "desert" as we drive south.

We set off with the best of intentions of using the aboriginal name for each well. Canning adopted those names to aid communication.

We are finding it much easier to be lazy and refer to the numbers.

It was a slow drip, which had no measurable effect on diff oil level.

We struggled to find a comfortable (if such a word can be applied to driving over corrugations) speed. Around 20 km/hr for our vehicles. But far from comfortable.

We didn't count, but we think there is more of the track not corrugated than is corrugated. Just that we notice the corrugations. As does everyone.

Patience .....

But solid ground underneath. Just slow and steady.

Unperturbed.

Glen Ayle Station.

We mentally thank them for allowing us to pass.

Not many.

Outnumbered by the flies which accompany them.

This is our first sighting.

The next well is alongside the windmill.

Built by Sir John Forrest around 1874 to avoid the attention of Aboriginals who were not impressed with his presence. He managed to antagonise them!

The building of the stock route didn't occur in a culturally sensitive way.

Not least was the lack of access to the water - I can imagine trying to teach someone with no previous experience of anything mechanical how to winch a bucket of water from a well.

Now the fourth generation of owner.

Still solid underneath.

In ruin. The angled post with a pulley is in addition to the hand winch (windlass) with 50 litre bucket. It allowed animals to pull a rope hauling a bigger (200 litre) bucket from the well.