Soft

We’ve crossed the Nullabor the straight, dusty and yes in parts lacking trees, Nullabor.  It was a great few days with beautiful weather highlighting the big skies where the horizon stretches for miles.  Funny how in the back of your mind you think that journey was hard.  Perhaps its rolling around in the dust packing up your tent for 25 minutes (when you see the guy in the caravan next door shut his door and drive off).  Perhaps its having pretty limited food with the roadhouse selection expensive or non-existent.  Perhaps its the 6 hour drives on straight and lonely stretches of road.  

Makes me think I’ve gone soft, in 1981 my family traveled over in an old valiant with nothing but a donkey kong video game and family sing-a-longs of Paul McCartney’s Ebony and Ivory to keep us entertained.  Now we have every i-device you could imagine, internet connection for half the time and we still think its a bit harsh.

And of course you look at guys like Eyre and the early explorers and settlers of the region who traveled for days on foot in the hope of finding a watering hole so they could keep going.  No roads, eat what you catch, sleep out under the stars.  

Hard men.

Or is it that we have just gone soft?