Culgoa: Dude, we’re home
Tuesday, March 21st, 2006The road is straight and flat. The heat rises off the asphalt ahead of us like a mirage, as though we are chasing the endlessly receding tide of a river. The land around us is alternatively brown then yellow, and always dusty; the fields dotted with the odd gum tree, and sometimes with a herd of sheep taking refuge from the sun in the shade of the tree’s broad limbs. It is mighty hot outside, but the car’s airconditioner stops us from sweating too much. The music is turned up loud, but is still difficult to hear over the whirring of the cool air.
Dave