Cold morning, glad that I had he fly sheet over my tent. Headed out to Imintji camp and roadhouse. This only sells diesel, no unleaded petrol. There is a small shop that sells a cold coke ($3) or a Mars bar ($4) plus frozen bread etc. Had a pay phone out the front that gave free calls to anywhere in Australia. A throwback to the time when Telstra existed for the good of country folk and not just shareholders. The owner of the shop sat out with us for a chat - he wasn’t exactly busy. He reckons that in a typical year hey would have 400 cars per day on the Gibb, but this year they were down to 50. He also told us to be careful on the road, a few days earlier a female rider had come off her bike at speed and needed to be nursed back to health at the roadhouse. I gathered that this was Roz with whom I had been in correspondence about the GRR as she had left Perth in mid June. We were able to refuel at Mt Barnett. They sell frozen meat and a few basic supplies. Not cheap, and fuel was $2.10 per litre nearly twice the city price. But the choices we had were to pay or push. Met the two GS guys from Bunbury - confess I didn’t learn their names. Schalk pushed on to the Manning gorge but I decided to head for Mt Elizabeth as I had heard that the road in was pretty rough. The intell was spot on. For the first 9km the road is chopped up, sandy and has a few large rocks. After the Dodnun community the road improves but there are still some sandy bits that can catch you out. Just after the creek a large white Unimog was parked by the side of the road. For those unfamiliar them it’s a German 4x4 truck originally designed for military use but popular with recreational campers. It has portal axles for exceptional clearance and a gutsy diesel motor. They aren’t common to see and this looked a lot like the one belonging to the father of a friend. In fact it was Jascha’s mum and dad behind the wheel. I bought my first road bike from Jascha 3 years ago, an aging DR650 that he had ridden around the world. As we were chatting a Honda 250L pulled up with Roz astride it. Amazing to bump into so many acquaintances in the middle of nowhere! We all rode on to station and were greeted by Chantal and Patrice in the cool restaurant at reception. The campgrounds are a little dusty but there is ample shade. The showers are exceptional, the best on the road. Roz was still suffering a little from her crash, some neck pain and bruising. We urged her to rest and relax for a few days. Both Schalk and I had bought some meat from Barnett, so we had a veritable protein feast for dinner as we made plans for the next day.