It’s 2012. We turn off the made road and take the 6 kilometres of unmade road out to the Daydream Mine, the drive alone is worthwhile as it really does have an outback feel, what with the red dusty road, … Continue reading Daydream Mine, Silverton
As we are leaving Mudgee we discover the now disused but grand railway station and a local tells us that it is in fact the Yass station building, apparently someone in Sydney mixed up the plans and the smaller town … Continue reading On the Wrong Track
Out in Central Queensland just a few kilometres west from Roma CBD, turn left at the windmill for a bitumen road access and you’ll find the Roma Clay Target Club. This might sound like a strange place for a caravan … Continue reading Roma Clay Target Club
In Hydeaway Bay, Qld we follow a dirt road over ‘O My God Hill’ yes, that’s what the locals call it because it drops away so sharply you can’t see where you are going. When travelling in the opposite direction … Continue reading O My God Hill
Home for the night is the Mulga Creek Hotel at Byrock ” out past the kiddies playground darl.” The ground is red dirt and the trees well, they’re Mulga. As we follow a track out to the “Rock Holes” a … Continue reading A Close Encounter with the Kelly Gang
We join the Castlereagh Highway and roll into Gulgong on a warmish winter afternoon… An old gold mining town, it is known as the town on the first ten dollar note. There are three loose sheep on the road and a … Continue reading Gulgong, NSW
Woody drives over to Dingo Beach to pick up the morning paper and is told “There’s not much news on Mondays and Tuesdays so we don’t bother to get the papers.” As you can imagine Woody doesn’t take to kindly to this and retorts with “Shame if World War Three breaks out.” And storms off. Continue reading Sorry it’s Monday
Just a little bush humour. Continue reading Are you there Skip?
Wallaman Falls is 50kms behind Ingham and the last 20kms is almost vertical, or is that just the ice box full of produce from Ingham weighing us down. The falls are at the top of the Great Dividing Range. We … Continue reading Wallaman Falls
There is nothing more mournful than the cry of a curlew on a warm tropical night.Late in the evening or just before first light a blood curdling scream will cut the air and raise you bolt upright from your bed. Then you realise that a woman or a child is not in mortal danger, it’s the bloody curlew. They take a lot of getting used to. Continue reading The Bloody Curlews
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