At the Nullup Village Store, the last place anywhere on the road to Pemberton. A beef and potatoe with a chicken and corn.
We rode on through empty roads, warm weather and signs directing us, if needed, to natural sources of water. The bush, to either side, was old and scared by fire but thick with the succession of new green Gum trees set against the blackened giants that had survived.
This country, the Scott River, was only opened up in 1968. It felt frontier like with new roads and nothing but dirt tracks off them. We camped in the D’Entrecasteaux National Park, a 101kms for the day after leaving Augusta earlier in the morning.