The road from Kings canyon to Redbank was the one we were most concerned about. As it turns out the only damage was to P's confidence in my driving - my insistence the best approach to the occasional corrugations was to drive faster resulted in a severe look each time we bumped over a washout. There were possibly a few words spoken too but I couldn't hear anything over the rattling, which was so bad I thought we might have knocked another of Will's teeth out.
Then the road signs started to echo the looks I was getting ...
And we saw some local wildlife ...
And our trip slowed (and grew bumpier).
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