At first light on Sunday morning with Paul and I decided to ride the 100km to Eyre Creek and check out the options to cross the flooded creek. A perfect morning, not too cold, no other vehicles on the track and only the flight of wild cockatoos to accompany us around the flooded areas to the dunes. A good ride across the stretch of dunes made Paul alot more comfortable after lsitening to all the “war” stories about the difficulty of the ride. At Eyre Creek we first inspected the unofficial crossing of a slippery clay entry to the river. I agreed to walk the creek, and as I stripped off, Paul got the camera ready, hoping that I would dissapear under water and he could catch all on camera. No problems walking across, so I rode through the thigh deep crossing and back. Shortly after a group of 4×4’s arrived, and although first suspect of our directions, were only too happy to let us guide them past the lonely stick in the middle of the flow that indicated the shallowest part. Greg soon became our newest best friend after the crossing successfully in his Hilux. After sighting this crossing, we had the greatest ride through fields of wild flowers and birdlife to the official crossing – 35 km further upstream.Fantastic how nature can be so gratefull for a few drops of rain, and present all with such a show of beauty. Great riding, just cruising from corner to corner at 80km/h on the 2 spoor track. An uneventful crossing on the rocky bottom by Paul this time, revving his DR as a crew of ladies watched and waited for him to become a submarine !! Back to Big Red to watch the 4×4 crews fulfill lifelong dreams of conquering “Big Red” folowed by cruisy ride home around the flooded areas. By now Paul was well and truly done for the day, but still managed a smile, qouting “I don’t think I have ever been that tired before”. 210km of desert fun for another eventful day.