We stayed at the River Gums caravanpark in St George. St George is actually larger than I envisaged. I rode along the banks of the Baloone river to discover the St George camp draft was in process. I wasn't inconspicuous with my mountain bike amongst the jeans akubras and horses.

A walk along the river in the morning came across this interesting sculpture. I can only assume the the Baloone river is part of the Darling river system and that there are Murray cod in the Baloone.

This is the current weir with steel gates and vehicular traffic over the river. I was also excited to find the remnants of the original bridge dating back to the late 1800s. This rocky causeway across the river was an ideal place to cross with cattle in the early days. This is perhaps the reason for the existence of St. George.

Thruston National Park is between St George and Cunamulla. It is an old sheep property that has been handed back or brought by National Parks. This homestead is pretty much beyond saving I am not what National Parks have planned for it. Nothing I suspect.

This was not the only dead roo under the house. I can only assume that in the middle of the drought these poor fellas came looking for the shade and basically a place to die.

While there seemed to be tracks everywhere we did find our way to the shearing shed where we spent the night. The shearing shed complex was more interesting. The shed was laid out differentially to what I had seen before with the sheep holding pens behind the shearer and the shorn sheep sliding down under the shed and under the holding pens.

The group of buildings were all still identifiable with the wash house, cook house, meat house, and shearers quarters.

There was also an old bore drain running down one side. I am not sure how far away the bore was. Some of the literature said the bores were all capped in 2007.

We had planned to stop on the banks of the Eulo Billabong for the night. Why would I let a storm stop our plans. (Ann has photos on her phone) but it was pretty impressive.

Any way we didn't make it to the Billabong. Apparently there  are limits to where even a four wheel drive can go. Short story is lucky we had a pair of Treds on board. We were able to eventually back out and head back to the Eulo Queen Hotel for a powered site and a pub meal.

Reflections of the highlights of Eulo in the water after the storm. Actually near the old jail. The lizard racing track. Check out Ann's photo of the memorial plaque here. Not to mention the bore.

The muddy brown waters of the Paroo River at Eulo.

Photos from Ann's phone. Clouds as we are heading west towards Eulo.

We were wondering why the clouds had a funny red hue. It didn't take us long to find out as we drove through first the dust, then the mud before getting to the rain.