After a couple of weeks of nothing but gorges, rivers, and beautiful sunsets (hard to believe, but it does get a bit monotonous) I felt rather lacking in the culture department. So on arrival into the big smoke of Fitzroy Crossing, which has two pubs, two petrol stations, and Main street not coinciding with Highway 1, I went to the local rodeo (I'm sorry mum, I know you expected more of me). This is one of the local cowboys in action.