In high anticipation, we checked out our travelling companions. Our tour headed north then west, south down the middle of the continent and finally east as we made our way home. Although some good-looking sorts boarded mainly they were couples or elderly. Still, we were going for the scenery not a romance. They’d packed our itinerary with tourist attractions.
We took our seats towards the rear. Today we’d see the prickly pear as we hit the edge of the desert and the dingo fence. We were off.
The motion lulled us and we slept for the next fifty-six days.
In response to the photo prompt provided by Ron Pruitt and the hosting by Rochelle who invites us to write a flash of no more than 100 words and link up via the blue frog on her site. If you don’t want to write have a read as there is always a varied talented selection to read.