When I set out to leave Port Augusta the wind was up but I did not realise that the power generation from there was about to collapse along with the pylons blown over by strong gales. I had a five centimetre crack in the windscreen of the Kluger, and was very worried the whole thing would blow, but had to get going anyway. I planned to avoid Adelaide (just as well) and leave the main highway near Port Pirie and drive through the Clare Valley. This turned ot to be the right choice, although it was quite tense driving. At about 9:00 am it was a dark as evening, and forked lightning, hail and rain were my companions along the road. I went up and down high hills, thankfully never having to drive through more than a few inches of water. Some roads were very narrow, with steep drops on either side, It reminded me of driving through the Pennines. Despite the storm I had to stop in Clare to buy some wine.
Once I reached Bordertown at about 5:00 pm I decided that was far enough, although I could have taken my chances and crossed into Victoria. I found the motel, and was told they had a room, but no power. I had a cold shower and ate cold tinned food. Some poor bedraggled wet parrots were trying to dry themselves on the tree outside the bathroom window. I read for a while with a torch and slept well.