There’s a track leading back to an old fashioned shack along a road to somewhere or other near where I am in the picture. It’s the Murrumbidgee river that is flowing past Darling Point which is a town just across the Hay Plain. I slept most of the way across the Hay Plain, but every time I looked up the scenery was the same, flat, long straight road ahead, no trees.
My new Mobile Kennel works very well. Two nights in it and I have got the routine worked out already. I jump on the bed, lick the nearest face and the door opens so I can get out. Its tough being a Toller.