Answering Wombats writing on the thread of New Nomads, put me in mind of  a trip I did up to Camerons Cnr in the 70s and across to Brisbane;
 My sistar ask me to take her two sons along with me and mine to Qld for Xmas ,This is the trip that taught us the meaning of being thirsty, young Nephew Noel 17, was driving the 4by out the back of Bourke dragging a trailer loaded with a pool plus mini bike, food, and water, when he hit a area of bulldust, I was asleep in the back, with every confidence  for the kids in control
When he finally regained control of the car the trailer had snapped the ball clean off broke the chain and the A frame of the trailer was pointing to the sky  
Lost all the water barrels, Split, canned food all over the track, not a tree in sight pitiless sun bearing down,
So I sat on my ass and asked him what you going to do now,
My hats off to them, tweeen them all working together they straightened the A frame and reloaded the trailer  Wired it up to the towbar and made it to St george where we bought a s/h towball, off a local, being a sunday everything was shut
theres more to this but the question is but will find out where the pics are and will post later
Whats your worse travel experience in the bush
M&J


enjoy your sunrises

 

ah!! now if I talk about my WORST experience then that would be when we took our parent out laws up to cairns, OMG!!!! we took a month to dawdle up through broken hill then up the coast through the gold coast and on to the daintree rainforest's, well I am still getting over it 20 years later and I still have flashbacks AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! theres one now!!!! "do you think they put that there just so we could look at it, that was kind of them" (500 year old tree)...................... " do you think we could go through Sydney, I'd like to get another loaf of bread, this one is getting stale".................................... "look at all those cows, all walking in the same direction, gee they are clever. how do they know that the house is over there" (milking cows on the way to the shed)...................."is it time for a cuppa yet, I would really love a cuppa"(just finished one ten minutes ago)................."could we stop for a wee break, I didn't want to go at the roadhouse back there it was a bit dirty, could you find a clean one" that was between broken hill and cobar,...... yeah right......clean lavatories are everywhere. AAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!! but I understand what you are asking and yes we have been bogged up to the axles and had to sit in the baking heat for a few days until it dried enough to get out, and yes we have lost the odd trailer with all our supplies and been caught up on rocks in flooded rivers and creeks, but thats travelling and we take the good with the bad, we learn from these things and never take anything for granted, two supplies of water, one in the trailer and one in the vehicle, we learn!!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh Yes Dave has hit it.... I learned a long time ago never ever to travel with your inlaws... Mine had an annoying habit of being so rigid in their ways - breakfast at 8:00 morning tea at 10:30 precisley, not 10:29 or 10:31.... Lunch at noon etc and they get dirty when there is no where to stop at 10:30 for mornos.... Then they constantly offer advice and tell me about short cuts that never ever existed except in their minds...... Oh yes many a trip ruined.....
As for high drama well there was the time I wrecked the diesel bowser at Parkes and then got run off the road near Cunamulla and had to be dragged back on by a road train, not the same one that ran me off the road though....