Todays date is the 22/7. For any normal person this would have no significance but if your were a nerdy, weird school teacher (or Hux) then just the mention of this date gets you all excited with movement where it shouldn't.  It turns out that 22/7 is actually the fraction that is closest to Pi (anyone fallen asleep yet). This date is celebrated by ....... I am not sure how many people ........ but in honour we skipped breakfast with the hope of finding a pie at Borroloola where we were due to get fuel.  Amazingly we were in luck.  It turns out Borroloola must also celebrate Pi Day as they had some pies in the local shop. Taking our pies we found a spot on the McArthur River for breki.  Jay will be even more impressed that this was the second time we used the hexis he gave me to boil the billy.  Looks like he may be needing to ship me some more.

Back on the road we had several hundred km to travel through some very monotonous landscape.  It got to the point where we got excited when there was a sign saying 'dip' or even more excited a bend.  The corrugated road was occasionally interrupted by one of the numerous shallow creek crossings that drain across the the land  in to the gulf.

  After the 56,745 bumps in the road we reached the Queensland border.  While we unfortunately did not have a footy to kick over it, Hux insisted to get out of the car so he could walk over it. I was tempted to leave him there.

Further on there is a large unusual rocky outcrop, with boulders made from a whipped cream can rising from the plain.  This was also the same location as a photo in the Auatralian Geographic that Hux has been reading.  We clambered all over the rocks looking for the exact same location of the photo.  While not having much luck we still stood in awe on top of the rocky boulders looking out in to the wide open country.

Having lost 30 minutes due to the sun setting quicker in Queensland it was time to keep moving. Re-joining the Savannah Way we followed the path of the early cattle drovers who moved herds from NW Queensland to the NT where we finally went through Hell. Well that's actually Hells Gate.  In the 1800s this area was feared by travellers as beyond this point the Queenslamd Police could not guarantee safety from attack by the natives.  Today it is still feared by travellers due to the price of fuel. 

This one building roadhouse between nothing and know where with its international airport with cows grazing on the landing strip was another welcome distraction. 

Another distraction to this, otherwise mindless journey was reaching the 10,000km milestone. As we slowly  watched the trip meter count down with the aim of getting a photo.

9996 .......... 9997 .............9998 ............9999 .............0.       What the?

Then I realised that it only goes to 9999km then resets back to 0.  Well at least it broke the boredom for a while.