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Yes it is desert but it’s been raining again! Dry creeks begin to run and cross the road  – in fact after rain the dirt roads are closed until they have a chance to dry because the type of soil here has the capacity to turn into a very slippery bog. 

Not far after this puddle we found ourselves with a flat tyre. So it was out with the jack and exercising our tyre changing prowess. Before setting out on this trip we had invested in an extra spare and a more solid jack so it wasn't a problem.

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  1. Oh what fun when the jack has to come out!!
    Doesn't the desert come to life after a bit of rain. Those beautiful shots of the wildflowers in your God's Paintbrush post show just how much.

    Enjoying your photos and commentary so much Joan, thank you :D

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  2. Ha, its let me in again. The amount of water was amazing, and the greenery. The road surface was deceptive. Where we got stuck the mud was like glue.

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  3. Oh oh That doesn't sound like fun to me. Lucky you were prepared. Great slippery shot.

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  4. The shimmering light is great in this shot.

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  5. A quick grab through the windscreen before it was splashed with mud.

    Ann, you are right is just turns into a slippery glue. I never want to be on those roads after rain.

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