Riding through open cattle grazing land was interesting. Most of the cattle gave us a wide berth, although some got curious if we slowed down or stopped. I doubt they saw anything as interesting as us all that often.
There were a few moments riding through remote South Australia that I had to remind myself that I wasn't in the American Southwest. The sight of a kangaroo or emu bounding was enough to remind me where I was.
Our first sight of Wilpena Pound came at the end of the second longest day of the ride. We camped at Rawnsley Park, in the shadow of Wilpena Pound.
