We drove to Laura, where we met a young guy and his son who had just returned from their adventure - they had a camper trailer, and had done the Telegraph Track as well. They did a bit of damage to their drawbar which had to be welded back together, but it looked like they'd had a great time. After chatting with him, we set about deflating our tyres to about 30psi. As this was Danny and Margaret's first serious off-road trip, we advised them to put a board between their flyscreen and door, put plugs in all of their sinks and drainholes, and tape or cover up any other areas where the bright red dust might find a way in. At this point Margaret started to get a bit worried, saying, 'You're starting to scare me, Sylvia', but I told her that we had all learned these tricks from previous trips, and were just happy to pass on our knowledge.
So, we all battened down the hatches and set off for for Hann River Roadhouse, about 200km up the dirt/gravel/bitumen road, our first overnight stop on the track. We kept in contact through uhf radio, warning of dips, corrugations, oncoming vehicles (OCV) and general hazards.
We arrived generally intact, relatively dust-free, refuelled, and we were greeted at Hann River by the resident Emu.
We finally had our first campfire here. Hot showers and flushing toilets are always welcome when on the road, no matter how rustic, and we all got ready for the next section of the trip.
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