If we weren’t keeping an ever watchful eye on the coming of the wet season, we might still be at Gregory. However we had to push on east towards the east coast of Queensland, before starting our run to Cape York. Before we left, I popped in to say hello to the Murrays, the onlyContinue reading “Normanton & the Gulf”
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Boodjamulla (Lawn Hill Gorge)
Sometimes you know what to expect. Sometimes you just want to be surprised. As for Boodjamulla and the Indarri Falls, surprise doesn’t even come close. We’d pre-booked a canoe at Adele Grove and picked up the oars and life jackets at reception just after 8:30am. Lawn Hill Gorge was only 10klms further on and itContinue reading “Boodjamulla (Lawn Hill Gorge)”
Adele Grove
Ken was well set up by the time I arrived at Julia Creek. He had set up at the free camp, while I was due a night at a caravan park to top up everything and do a bunch of washing. The running repairs on the van seemed to be holding. I’ve got her bookedContinue reading “Adele Grove”
Back Roads North Part 2
Up at sparrows fart and straight into Muttaburra. With the daytime temperatures now regularly in the thirties, the new rule is Go Hard Go Early. Back through the ‘treacherous’ cattle grid. The Brahmin cattle had hung around hoping for a repeat performance, but I wasn’t giving them an encore. Muttaburra is another dinosaur town, madeContinue reading “Back Roads North Part 2”
Back Roads North Part 1
Straight up, this hasn’t been my best week. Along the way, there were “incidents and accidents, hints and allegations” that I’ll get to in due course. Suffice to say, I’ve been somewhat bruised by a mixture of misfortune and reckless optimism. However, it all started so well. All systems go as I pulled out ofContinue reading “Back Roads North Part 1”
Lloyd Jones Weir – Barcaldine
Ken and I push on, heading towards Barcaldine. About 40klms west of Sapphire one of those Rest Area signs popped up, offering relief about 10klm further on. Now, I had no expectations other than a loo. It was not roadside but an arrow pointing down a hill, sight unseen. Not sure what to expect, butContinue reading “Lloyd Jones Weir – Barcaldine”
The Gemfields
With town names like Emerald, Sapphire and Rubyvale, our eyes lit up like emeralds, sapphires and rubies. With no equipment other than a pair of boots to kick the ground and a flashlight to pick up the sparkle, this was going to be a fossick in the park, so to speak. We spent a nightContinue reading “The Gemfields”
Blackwater
Blackwater is in the heart of the Bowen Basin, the largest coal deposit in the southern hemisphere. Not only is it in the heart, coal IS the heart (and soul) of Blackwater. Imagine a pie cut into four pieces, representing as far as the eye can see. Two of the pieces opposite each other areContinue reading “Blackwater”
Bedford Weir
Man, I’m over the ‘big smoke’. As nice as Rocky is, I feel like a caged lion, freedom on the road only days away. So to fill in time, I decided to paint the weekend away and renaissance the bathroom. A tad less daunting than the kitchen, but apart from another tin of undercoat, IContinue reading “Bedford Weir”
Rockhampton
Bouldercombe was only about 20 minutes from Rockhampton. My home for 10 days was a handkerchief of land behind the ‘Bouldy’, a hotel not legally abandoned, but closed for several years, it’s backyard a refuge for a couple of permanents and a clutch of overnighters. It was once a much larger campground, but most wasContinue reading “Rockhampton”