Making my way across the central west , sheep heavy with wool grazed in paddocks of straw-coloured stalks , the remnants of a recent harvest . Neatly arranged , tightly plastic wrapped bales of future food stood like guards around the perimeter of paddocks , figuratively warding off future drought . Cows stood shoulder deep in lush growth , calves hidden amongst foliage , the spoils of significant falls of rain .
Finding roads less travelled , I wound my way to Gulgong , then Merriwa . A short stint along the Golden Highway , punctuated by the fluorescent rump of a marked Highway Patrol BMW sedan . The
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