What better way to celebrate the Australia Day long weekend than by getting out into the heart of this dry, dusty land and harassing some critters?!? My Swedish companion and I packed up the car on Friday and headed west. That’s when it started raining. And it didn’t stop for the entire weekend. We kept driving west thinking that we’d eventually break out from underneath the clouds. We didn’t. It was wet. We got wet. Surprisingly, we still managed to track down some beasts. Nothing new, but the semi-arid zone is always interesting after a bit of rain. And during a bit of rain, apparently. We ended up coming back early because we were concerned some of the creeks west of Winton would flood and we’d be trapped out there for days or months.