Leaving camp we were to continue our trip following the explorers Wills, King, Gray and a bloke who's name begins with B I have temporarily forgotten. 

Arriving at the grave of Robert O'Hara Burke you wander down the path passing stands of magnificent River Red Gums. 

These are old enough to have watched Burke slowly perish on the banks of the Cooper River. This was not from the lack of water, or access to food but a series of poor decisions and a dose of bad luck.

Further along the Cooper Creek we then got to the famous Dig Tree.  This is where, following finally reaching the gulf (less about 20km) and the death of Gray, they were to reach the safety of the support team.  However on arriving at camp 65 they discovered their lifeline had departed leaving them to their fate in the desert.

Having reached the end of their journey, it was almost time for us to end our own.  With only 4 nights left before returning to the big smoke we started to make our way further south.  Finding another bush camp somewhere outside Thargominda we spent the eavening debating the myths and stories of their fateful journey and reliving some of our own.