It was time to leave the cool blue and velvety green mood of the Gascoyne, and find the Pilbara, with the promise of work and accommodation in Tom Price, oasis and adventure in Karijini. From Exmouth, we went the Warlu Way.
The Gascoyne is so green at the moment, many of the road shoulders have actually been mown. The balance is tipped since the rain. On Burkett Rd, we found the locusts. Some were as big as birds - massive wings, large carapaces; nothing cute about these critters. The swarms of insects were thick and buzzing, smashing into the grate that protects our windscreen. I was watching one after another of the bashed and twisted exoskeletons as they writhed then clicked back into shape, unpeeled and with a flicker of their wings, sprang boldly into the sky.
Along Burkett Rd we watched the landscape altering before our eyes: bushes and wildflowers were replaced by stark white trees, pink tinged grasses, deep red dirt, and piles of small round boulders that in the distance had seemed like mountains. "Twiggy Country" Gav calls it. We're in the Pilbara.
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