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Adalhard Jaeger had booked into a non-powered camping site on the northern edge of the Curtin Springs Caravan Park, adjacent to the roadhouse. Camping in commercial accommodation venues was not his preferred option but he needed a shower, a good meal, and he needed to fill water storage containers and re-stock food supplies.
When he arrived early in the morning, the caravan park was emptying fast as overnighters got an early start, continuing their journeys to their respective destinations. By the time he had booked in and paid for his site, the park was almost deserted. Good. The less people around the more comfortable he’d be, he thought. He felt more at ease out in the desert where there was no one else, but it had been almost a week since he last had a shower and something to eat
