The CrossingToward Iron Knob
Nursing The Foot Near Iron Knob
My left foot was sore but manageable, which was enough to keep the Adelaide push alive for another 56.8 kilometres. Iron Knob was getting close, and so were the jokes.

Day 55 was a day for keeping things together.
The wet-grass damage around Kimba had my attention. I nursed the foot through the day and it seemed to do okay. Feet were the whole project.
We were deep in the make-up-distance phase. Another 55 km had become a number I could type as though it were normal. It wasn’t. The longer days were how we answered the distance deficit and the fixed date in Adelaide.
The day itself was cold and dull, with showers around at times. The photos make that pretty clear: big clouds, long straight sections of highway, the support vehicle tucked into the roadside, and the South Australian scrub rolling on toward Iron Knob.
Yes, Iron Knob.
There was no sensible way to pretend that name was not going to cause pre-pubescent schoolboy giggling in the HAA campervan. It was the next significant landmark, and of course we found that funny. Some humour is sophisticated. Some humour is useful because it arrives exactly when you are tired, sore, cold, and still have a very long way to walk.
We parked at a rest area about 20 km south-west of Iron Knob after 56.8 kilometres, with the running total at 2,451.4. Dinner was sausages, boiled spuds, peas and sweet corn. My foot was still manageable. Tomorrow could wait.
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