Day 18 Friday 27/5/2016, Lightning Ridge, clear but cool This morning we decide to walk into to town, about a kilometre and a half each way. With no reason for the walk we find ourselves in the John Murray art … Continue reading Like a Rollingstone, Day 18 – Ridge Racing
Day 17 26/5/2016, Lightning Ridge, cold windy wet It’s too bloody miserable to leave our vans. Thunder rumbles and the sky is an ugly cobalt yet little rain falls. Suffering cabin fever we venture out in the afternoon and take … Continue reading Like a Rollingstone, Day 17 – Chambers of the Black Hand
Day 16, 25/5/2016, Lightning Ridge, Sunny Two out of three ain’t bad There’s another opal field about 60kms from The Ridge and it is home to 3 iconic pubs. We set off in a convoy of 3 cars down a … Continue reading Like a Rollingstone, Day 16 – The Grawin Opal Fields
Day 15, 24/5/2016, Lightning Ridge, Cold It got down to 5 degrees overnight and I had packed the winter Doona away yesterday, bugger! There’s a shop in town called Mr Cheap and he advertises that he sells everything that a … Continue reading Like a Rollingstone, Day 15 – Taking a Car Door Tour
Day 14, 23/5/2016, Monday, Walgett to Lightning Ridge, Hot 27 After a peaceful night it is wonderful to wake up and see the river outside the window. It has to be the best thing about free camping. VeeWee has forsaken … Continue reading Like a Rollingstone, Day 14 – Falling for Lightning Ridge
Day 13, 22/5/2016, Sunday, Bourke to Walgett, Warm 27 With great excitement we take to the road, tumbleweed rolls across the road like acrobatic wombats, we’re going to camp just out of Brewarrina, I’d like to check out those historic … Continue reading Like a Rollingstone, Day 13 – Tumbling Tumbleweed
Day 12 21/5/2016, Saturday, Bourke, Warm A lay day today, an extra day in Bourke to catch our breath and while we’re relaxing watching the antics of the Apostle birds as they play in the dust who should rock up? … Continue reading Like a Rollingstone, Day 12 – The Optimism of youth
Day 11, 20/5/2016, Friday, Byrock to Bourke, Weather magnificent The Kelly Gang are running amuck outside the pub. I visit the wooden loo and after flushing, something floats back up. As I reach for the flush button again four legs … Continue reading Like a Rollingstone, Day 11 – A chance meeting with the dog catcher
Day 10, 19/5/2016, Cobar to Byrock, Sunny warm 24 At dawn a mist rises from the lake and a solitary pelican drifts back and forth. Ducks draw wakes across the mirrored surface. We take the Barrier Highway east to Nyngan. … Continue reading Like a Rollingstone, Day 10 – The Byrock Rock Holes Rock
Day 9, 18/5/2016, Wednesday, Billabourie to Cobar, Overcast It is a frosty morning, but we have power and thus heating and lattes. Yeah, I know, it’s a tough life. The farmer Lindsay drops by and apologises for not greeting us … Continue reading Like a Rollingstone, Day 9 – Postie Bikes & Cobar
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