After visiting Cossack and nearby Point Sampson we continued south towards Karratha. I had pencilled in Cleaverville as a possible stop over depending on the condition of the 13 kms of gravel road to get there! It was corrugated in places but not too bad so we battened down the hatches, so to speak, and off we went.

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