Where do you draw the line?

I must be brief as I have work work to do. Work work is the adult version of homework; the work you do when you are not in the office. Alas, I had to get this out there as an example of my very poor sense of humour. Is it that I find the most simple things amusing, or is it that the long lonely road skews one's sense of humour? I am not so sure.

Driving the Gregory Downs Camooweal Road, in far away north-west Queensland, from Isa to Bourketown, is a tough gig for man and machine. I did nearly six hundred kilometres and the vast majority of that was rutted out rocky shale road or bull-dust pitted flood plain. The fine clay powder wisps and clouds around your vehicle like the Smoke Demon (does anyone still watch Game of Thrones?) and tries with vigor to drag you off the road into the nearest tree. 

So when you hit the silky smooth black-top you are somewhat relieved. The sense of calm returns as does the sense of humor so when you see something like this you just have to stop and take a photo. Let's face it, there is that much cow dung in central Queensland that you can't possibly avoid it all.