Go West, Day 66 – Tom Price

Day 66 Monday 11th May 2015, warm, clear Tom Price We rush into town to do the mine tour only to find that it has been cancelled for today. I think that’s God’s way of making us do a bit of housework. Woody pays $8 to wash the car down the back of the caravan park and comes back disappointed. The water is artesian and leaves streaks and he finds a chip in the windscreen too. It looks like we should factor in the cost of a new windscreen after each long trip. This town has a real community feel. … Continue reading Go West, Day 66 – Tom Price

Go West, Day 65 – Tom Price

Day 65 Sunday 10th May 2015 Beasley River to Tom Price  A lone bird sings us awake. The inside of the van is a sea of dead bodies, a film of tiny black dots and bits of wings. It must have been a bugger of a night. Once more the road winds gently through the red rusty hills. Water courses are marked with white trunked ghost gums. As we approach Paraburdoo high carved hills come into view. The town is very suburban except for a large green 1600 HP haul truck on display beside the road. It must get very … Continue reading Go West, Day 65 – Tom Price

Breaker, breaker

We leave Tom Price and take the road to Karijini National Park. We soon meet up with a large piece of equipment being transported to one of the outlying mines. There are more mines out here than you can shake a stick at. A voice comes on the CB and says “5 metres at the blade, 4 on the wheels”. After we’ve gone past, the escort vehicle has trouble raising our mates on the radio and then we hear “first caravan can you tell your mate to buy a bloody radio!” The truckie then comes back on the radio and says “See … Continue reading Breaker, breaker