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The New (Old)Nomads
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There's an unbending stretch of bitumen, but little else here tells of human intervention. Several hours of red dirt and hardy scrub and 240 km north of Port Hedland, a gray-haired multitude has gathered at the end of a gravel road off the highway. All are wearing shorts, some carry rods and reels. Hundreds of time-rich wanderers are fishing or collecting shells on Eighty Mile Beach in the midday sun, while their well-traveled 4WDs and homes on wheels rest in the caravan park behind the dunes. These gray nomads jest that they are part of the SKI club: Spending the Kids'...