There used to be camping there. But here we are, squeezed between improved roads, increased population, and restrictions to interesting places.

And that's before we've gone the first 100m.

After about 30km there's a track heading west across Annabel Island. After that the corrugations become a bit fierce for the last 15km.

Dry. It is unlikely there will be any flow this year. The north lake has to be really full for that to occur.

The reverse is a very faded sign with what looks like lots of useful information. Including a small, illegible, section headed "Level Post Bay".

I'm a "tell me what I can, not what I can't, do" sort of person.

A bit of rain after nine years of dry limited the record.

I'm confused by the reference for current depths of water. Notwithstanding, the level has to be greater than 1.5m for water to be visible from the road end. Today its 2.1m, so we can see water. Just.

In days gone by the Lake Eyre Yacht Club have held regattas here.

We walk westwards. There's a dune along the lake edge. The channel round the corner to the left.

I am uncertain what the post in the distance is.

Whatever made the tracks are elusive.

Holes in the sand are sparse.

Fence posts along the channel.

The cloud helps the stiff breeze keep us cool.

The truck still lonely. On the way out we pass 4 vehicles on their way in.

The vegetation looks dry. We are either too early, or too late, for flowers.

Though we have no idea why seeing water is important to us. Perhaps its just nice. Part of understanding what makes the lake and its surrounds what it is. A prop for our imaginations.