The roads didn't stop us from enjoying the experience. The expansive scenery makes you feel very insignificant and every rise you come over blows you away.  Our bush camps with huge fires at the end of each day (nights were freezing) made up for the road surface and it is amazing how a whisky with ice in the middle of the desert (thanks to the deep freeze in the Prado) makes the bumps of the day disappear.

We saw 16 cars for the entire journey and only spoke to the people in the three roadhouses.

Between Tj and Warburton the road started to take its toll on the snailhouse. The first fatality was the left wheel bearing dust cap. We ended up in the Warburton Community looking for "John" who may be able to help us. John seemed to have gone missing so Pa made a temporary cover from a beer can ( hundreds on the side of the road) and taped it on. It was soon joined by a matching one on the right side and guess what! Yes they are still there.
Camels seem to like to camp on the roads.
The white cross was erected by Christian aborigines.