My Journal

I wandered lonely miles in a Land Rover
That drives in high or low range o'er deserts and hills,
When all at once I saw puffs of white smoke;
beside the sand dunes beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

I wandered lonely thr'o a cloud of white smoke miles away from the nearest tow truck.

So endeth an adventure across the Simpson Desert.