Apart from some interesting encounters with giant road trains on the development road down between Charters Towers and Emerald, the return leg was incident (and speeding ticket) free. It felt strange to come home to the cold, green south eastern seaboard in early September, with all my gear still caked in that red dirt and smelling of the dry, dusty northern savannah. It gets under your skin that country, in more ways than one.
If the Cape York trek is a 4WD trip you've been contemplating for years but putting off, then for goodness sake, stop procrastinating! After all, you're a long time in the ground. Sure, it's an iconic journey and sure, it has been done to death and written about ad nauseam, but trust me when I tell you that it still feels like a grand and noble adventure the first time you do it, and that you will experience a little swell of pride when you stand there at the top of the continent, knowing you made it under your own steam. It feels good.
In closing, I'd offer one final, simple comment. If I can do it, so can you!
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