I’ve spent the past two and a bit days driving the iconic stretch of road known as the Nullabor. The Eyre Highway runs 1675 kilometers from Port Augusta to Norseman. It runs across some of the most remote country in Australia.
The Eyre is a highway of contrasting landscapes. From the desert of the outback to the ocean of the Great Australian Bite. It’s been a hell of an adventure and a lot of long haul driving.
The distances and isolation of the Eyre can be a little overwhelming and intimidating at first, but it didn’t take long for the Eyre to start to feel like home. I love nothing better than to drive a highway such as this from beginning to end.
The only thing to break the monotony of the Eyre are the roadhouses. These function as fuel stops, bars, restaurants and a place to shower and rest. They’re often a welcome relief from the heat and dust of the Nullabor, especially the showers!
There is a surprising variety of wildlife out here in the desert, but so far I’ve only seen a few big goannas, lots of crows and quite a few wedge tailed eagles. These are some very impressive birds! I was really hoping to see some camels, I’ve never seem them in the wild, but no sightings so far.
Crossing the border into Western Australia felt like a real achievement after coming all this way. I’ve never been in the state of W.A before. I’m happy to add another border crossing selfie to my collection. Only states left unexplored now are Tasmania and Northern Territory.
The 90 Mile Straight was arduous! Driving such a long distance in a entirely straight line is harder than it sounds. I found I fatigued a lot faster and needed more regular rest breaks. But that’s the advantage of towing your home, I can always pull over for a feed and a comfy nap.
Once I crossed the W.A border, the roadtrains got bigger, from two trailers to three. They are a little intimidating, but you soon get used to them. They need a lot of room and you don’t ever stop suddenly, because these large trucks take a long time to stop. If I’m turning off into a rest area, I start indicating a kilometer up the road. But you do hear them roaring up behind you. Being a slower car towing a van, I generally pull over at the first opportunity and just let them go. You don’t hold these guys up!
Time has been strange for me out here. I’m traveling into the sun, so I’m going back in time. Having had no mobile phone service since leaving Ceduna, I haven’t known the time in days. I crossed into Western time today, but knowing my clocks were already out, that wasn’t much help. Not that it matters, as on the road the only time that really matters is nature’s time. I live by the sun, rising at dawn, sleeping at sunset.
As I write this, I’m just under 200 kilometers from the end of the Eyre. Still a bit of a drive to Perth, but the Nullabor will be behind me. And to think, I’ve got to cross it again to get back!