Continuing on from my previous two posts about camping in the furthest reaches of New South Wales. See here for my sketches and here for photos from the first half of the journey. The details of where we went are in the post with the sketches, so please go to that one to get a full overview.
I left the last post in Dunlop Station, which once was an enormous sheep property on the Darling River. Now there is not a lot of land, but a grand old house, a shearing shed which was once the biggest and most modern in NSW, a building which once was a shop for local people containing stores of all kinds of equipment and now is a treasure house of historical equipment. It is all being steadily restored by the owners who also welcome campers.
From there we made our way to Broken Hill, a vibrant silver mining town on the border with South Australia, where we stayed for five days as an extreme storm cell made its way across the country. There was flash flooding in the city and most of the roads out were closed for several days, since they are dirt and the flood waters had caused washaways and damage to many of them, and vehicles destroy the roads driving on them while they are wet, even if they don’t become bogged.