Only this time, when we look out the window we see the Warburton forming the boundary of the Simpson Desert to the north...
For a desert the Simpson has a lot of creeks and rivers which are tributaries of the Warburton....
Masses of large ephemeral lakes...
Who would have thought there would be so many large lakes in a desert; in a place with annual rain fall of 125mm at best, it never rains supposedly...
In another world this could well be called the "Lakes District"....
And of course in the valleys between the well ordered sand hills are countless "puddles"....
We are coming to the realization that what we are seeing as we fly over this country today maybe truly historic in our lifetime....
Arriving back in Birdsville, which in itself lies on the border of the Simpson desert, we find a flood in the Diamantina of biblical proportions. The Birdsville racecourse the home of the iconic Birdsville Races is on an island cut off even from the township...
Maybe the races will have to be abandoned again this year due to flooding. Two years in a row, how will they cope. Maybe they need to start a rowing regatta instead....
Time for a beer in the Birdsville Pub....
