I really enjoyed driving the Nullarbor.
Beforehand I was a bit nervous about the endless 1,204 kilmometers of road, the crazy winds, the enormous air sucking road trains, the middle of nowhere and the chance of more mechanical problems with Frankie Blue.
But I really enjoyed it.
It felt big. Like a mile stone. Like a caravaner's rite of passage.
We were pretty lucky and had the most perfect driving conditions. Overcast, grey skies, no wind and 21 degrees days.
I liked that we were all alone. Us five. A team.
I liked that everyone seemed so happy. (Except for one massive four year old tantrum that you might have heard from where ever you are.)
And we talked. And when the girls were watching movies we talked without interruptions. Long conversations about where we've been and where we're going.
I liked eating masses of fruit and veg before we got to the South Australian border.
I liked that sometimes we all had to jump rope 50 times before we got back into the car and sometimes we had to run around Frankie five times.
We came off the Nullarbor and spent a night in Ceduna. Our first in South Australia on South Australian time. We ate at the pub and cheersed to a successful crossing.
Now we are in Streaky Bay, a few beaches down. We have a caravan site right on the beach. We'll spend the day here tomorrow and then head home.
We have one full week left on the road.