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Driving out of town the next day, we saw lots of emus, kangaroos, wild black sheep, Scottish sheep, and garden-variety white sheep. It’s amazingly easy to see mega-fauna in the bush.

I picked up a quondong pie at another little town. They call the quondong the "desert peach," though I don’t think they’re related. Nearby, we saw the cutest cottage in the outback.

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We stopped to look at a slag heap, as one does.

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Nearby were beautiful old rusty tanks. Not sure what they were for. Perhaps they were used in the manufacture of, um, slag.

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Then, we hiked a little through the "Pound," a ring of mountains and their valley. In the old days, farmers kept horses in the Pound, as they were unable to walk out.

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After a lunch of hamburgers at the campground grill, we drove through a few other little towns, and finally to a sheep station, our destination for the night.

Our guide, Firie, and some Korean backpackers from our bus made green curry for dinner.

Firie is a sort of archetypal Aussie; a beefy guy with a good sense of humor. And a former fireman, hence the name. Many times throughout the journey, he played a raucous Aussie folk song on the bus, with the chorus of "G’day, g’day. And how ya goin? Whad’ya know? And strike a light," etc. By the end of the trip, we were all sayng "G’day," which was, apparently, the goal.