I've long had a fascination with mail boxes... In the bush it's unlikely the Mail-o will come past on his Honda 90 to places like Mt Ive Station which is up north in the heart of the Gawler Ranges 250 km on a dirt road from Iron Knob and 300 km from Port Augusta, South Australia.
That's why you have a submarine for a mail box... PMB 16, Port Augusta.
Me and my mate called into Mt Ive Station for the night on the way to a working-bee at Hiltaba Station for Nature Foundation SA.
Mt Ive Station from the top of Mt Ive. It's rocky, iron-rusty red; lots of spinifex, goats, dust, rocks, mallee, spindly shrubs all surviving on less water than you use for brushing your teeth.
Driving in the outback is fun: dust gets everywhere, suicidal Emu's and Kangaroo's appear out of nowhere, washouts, more dust... but no other cars on the road, no traffic lights, few road signs; peaceful not having to worry about traffic; relaxing, right-side-of-the -brain; slowing down for creek crossings hoping they are not too washed out, Wedge-tailed Eagles feeding on road-kill and fly three flaps away, land on a rock and give you a baleful stare for interrupting lunch; dust appears in front signalling another lonely vehicle on the track... slow down, move over, wave, I wonder where have they been... a flock of Galahs, grey and pink...