Lunch was outside the roadhouse at Iron Knob. Dunno about one `of them' but some of us would like an iron butt ! Darryl the truckie managed to find us again (third time), so has become a legend of our trip. Also met a couple of bus loads of excited school kids on a trip from Kingsway Christian College.
Iron Knob is slowly disappearing as the mountain gets mined. We were shocked to realise that we were reaching civilisation in Port Augusta - McDonalds and traffic lights. The first traffic lights since Midland on day 1.
Dinner was at the Salvation Army Citadel, and bunking down at the School of the Air.