This country is beautiful. Miles and miles of naturally treeless grasslands, white like a frosty morning.
I saw a rare flock of sheep. A map in the museum showed how sheep were once a staple of the area but in the 1990s with the drought and the poor wool prices most farmers moved into cattle. The stocking level per acre is low so you don't often see cattle either other than in the long road trains that maraud the roads.