ocr: ADP MAMNT SHITT The Barkly Tableland. was a dreamscape. A sooty blackness blocked out the stars in the west; an cerie, fat moon. blood orange from the blowing dust, glowed in the cast: and cast spooky shadows in the: scrub. Idrifted back to: sleep listening to the patter of raindrops and the tarp snapping like a broken spinnaker. Lightning hissed. Ir recalled how lonely I'd felt coming out of Mount Isa. But therel was, relishing 60 miles my from isolation. the Being nearest back dwelling, on the in a road violent has a way: storm, of NEXT FEBRUARY curing loncliness. Tonight's camp is only a hu ...
