Arrival in Deception Valley. The roads were neither wet nor slippery.
It was very dry, depite still being the rainy season.
Middle-aged men need rest.
Thank goodness for the water bottles.
L'Anglais aimait beaucoup photographier les arbres.
This wonderful road went south for 300kms
(but we decided to head off to the west instead).
Some grumpy old farts...
Landrovers apparently roll quite easily.
This one didn't, which was good.
Une tasse de café très importante. Pourquoi le Français porte-t-il des gants ? 100m de notre camp (CKK2) est la partie principale de Déception - not bad?
An even more important brunch.
Conditions for multiple simultaneous anecdote issuance were ideal.
...what more can be said?