Day 66 Sunday August 10th 2014 Winton
The Winton Hotel is the oldest in town and there are saddles hanging above the bar. From pack horse saddles to racing saddles. The bright yellow Australian Hotel is cheery with tables on the footpath dressed in 50’s plastic tablecloths. The Tattersall’s hotel is your true outback pub, lots of jock hanging from the walls, flags on the ceiling and a purple haired bar maid ‘’what’ll it be gorgeous?” She asks.
The Winton water supply is pumped up from the Great Artesian Basin by four big pumps and then cooled before distribution. The water is clean and good but it does give off a gas as it comes from the tap. The aroma quickly disperses but when you are under the shower one need only close one’s eyes to invoke memories of Rotorua.
I think someone has stolen the clouds. We haven’t seen a cloud in days and the land is so flat as to almost curve on the horizon. It even feels flat. If that’s possible. There are little dips in the road for dusty dry creek beds to flow over, one day. The houses sit about a foot above the ground for air flow and everyone lives in tins. The houses are built with metal cladding or corrugated iron even the motels. Temporary housing is in dongas and the van park amenities are metal portables. Even the new library is corrugated iron. Of course, our caravans too are mostly aluminium.
A little art doesn’t go astray in the outback as it softens the harsh landscape. In Mt Isa there are beautiful murals on corrugated iron sheets at the rodeo park. Here in Winton the van park doors have outback scenes painted on them. In the streets there are desert garden plantings instead of lawn nature strips.
While photographing the moonrise I watch spellbound as two brolgas dance in the paddock.
Dongas = Container like accommodation as is used on mining sites.
Towing Kms: 0