Fourth of July we find ourselves at Nockatunga Station.
All that pointing at the place on the map inside the Noccundra Hotel has almost wiped it off the map.
The 'township' consist of the hotel and Noccundra Hall.
Last night we camped by the Wilson River.
Free camping with hot showers provided about a five hundred metre walk to arrive alongside the Noccundra Hotel. A gold coin donation paid for the showers, except by the time we arrived there the water was tepid.
Nonetheless, we showered.
We had hoped to have dinner at the pub, but the publican advised us that he'd run out of food, what was left would feed his in-house guests and that he was off to Broken Hill in the morning to get more supplies.
Well, we've all heard of the pub with no beer...
So we supped on some soup heated up on the camp stove.
This morning, as we trudged to the amenities, we were enthralled by the the superb sunrise.
The camp ground was well endorsed last night. Some campers have obviously been here before, or are long-time campers and utilised their push bikes to conquer the distance between camp and bathroom. Perhaps they're just well prepared as many grey nomads take everything including the kitchen sink and satellite dish with them as they converse our great country.
I guess having a means of un-motorised transport to visit the loo means being able to camp a little bit further away from the main camp.
Today, we're off to Thargomindah, about one hundred and forty kilometres away...after we have morning tea at the pub.
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