Way 2013 Trip Diary - Part Five - Mount Isa to Cairns
81 1.9.13 Our
girl still had a bad neck this morning, but we decided to get
a move on and see how the day panned out. We had intended to
go out to Lake Moondarra yesterday, and didn't make it. And
so we hooked up and headed out to have a look this morning.
It seems that Mount Isa Mining created the lake for water catchment,
and set it up as a recreation area as well. It is really beautiful
out there, despite the water level being at 35%.
Then back into town and on the road to Cloncurry. My aim was
to get to Corella Dam, and maybe stay there the night. The road
from Mount Isa passes through what I imagine to be the Paroo
Range, because none of the maps are marked. The countryside
is rugged, and the people who first surveyed this road all those
years ago were definitely men of steel. Remember, they didn't
have the equipment that we have today.
The old Mary Kathleen Mine townsite appeared on our northern
side, and we decided to have a look. There are a heap of bitumen
roads meandering around concrete slabs, which one assumes were
the floors of the (tiny) houses .... probably single mens/womens
quarters. You are welcome to free camp in there - no fires.
Just a few kms down the road is a 24 hour rest area, exactly
halfway between towns (60kms each way). Toilets and all at that
But we were aiming for Corella Dam, and when we got here, there
was bird life on the dam, but the water level is abysmally low.
Annette was ready for a break, her neck giving her strife, and
it seemed like a perfect opportunity to set up camp, and get
into some editing whilst the lady had a nap.
We have signal with an antenna for the net, and barely with
the phones. Tomorrow is Cloncurry and hopefully our girl will
be back to her sparkling self.
Happy Dad's day to all the dads. We hope you had a great day.
I took the camera up to have a look at the lake. It is in poor
shape after what we saw in 2010. There were a few pelicans and
the like around, but when the water is low and the quality poor,
you don’t expect much.
We got away about 10-ish, and continued our journey through
the rugged country to Cloncurry. Chinamans Creek Recreation
Area is a couple of kms before the town, and we turned in to
have a look. There is a hill called Black Mountain (or Hill)
which is the centrepiece of the lake. Unfortuately, again, the
lake was down a good 3 metres on where is was 3 years ago. They
really do need a very good season out there.
We got talking to a local guy who turned with his two dogs.
He has been in the area for 30 years, and as we talked of different
things we had seen, we talked about people starting from nothing,
and truckdrivers entered the conversation. And Toots Holzheimer’s
name came up. It turns out that Colin Duck (our local informant)
knew her from schooldays. Her story is an enthralling one, and
should be read by anyone who has an interest in Australian Characters.
We left the lake and headed into town, calling into the bakery
just a tourist bus unloaded outside the store. We ate, and then
took a trip out to the hospital where Annette dropped some flowers
off as a personal thank you to the hospital for services rendered
during a family tragedy in 2006, before heading back to the
John Flynn Centre.
Rev Flynn was the founder of the Royal Flying Doctor Service,
and The School Of The Air. The centre has memorabilia from his
early days, and is also a gallery for local artists.
Finally, we left town, calling into Quamby as we passed through.
It is now deserted, the owners having made a couple of attempts
to keep it profitable, seemingly unsuccessfully.
The first rest area loomed, equipped with toilets and dump point,
plenty of picnic shade, and not a lot of area to camp, but most
of it taken.
We, as is our habit continued on our way, and found a metal
dump along the road that suited our purpose beautifully......
and voila, it has signal..... and so, here we are .....
3.9.13 We left our metal dump, and our only port of call
loomed up as we approached the three ways intersection. There
was a road to Julia Creek heading East, and then the Burke and
Wills Roadhouse, before The Wills Development road headed West
to Gregory Downs. The Burke Development Road which we were travelling
upon, continued North towards Normanton.. You get a feeling
that Burke and Wills are held in high esteem in this area........
The roadhouse is like Barkly, well set out, bright airey and
welcoming .... except the sign on the toilet doors asking you
to “keep the doors closed as brown snakes like to visit often”.
I’m not saying it put the wind up me, but I did do a check of
all the stalls before settling down for a thinking session.
We had lunch, and then continued on to Bang Bang rest area,
where there is plenty of room, as well as toilets, dump point
.... all the essentials. We found ourselves a spot well away
from everyone else, and settled down for an afternoon snooze.
4.9.13 I reckon that we saw close on 100 Brolgas in the
first hour after leaving our overnight stop at Bang Bang. I
was amazed at the numbers, and they were close to the road.
About 50 kms from B&W Roadhouse, the road starts to vary
from dual lane to single lane, as the authorities are appearing
to be slowly changing the road from a Development Road to a
main road. There are plenty of metal dumps along the road that
can be used for overnight camping. Already, Queensland seems
to be more in touch with tourism than their counterparts in
the Northern Territory. Mind you, I may change my mind as I
look back over my NT footage, but I seem to recall rest stops
with no Loos and no dump points. What is evident, is the lack
of moisture. The paddocks are dry and dust is prevalent.
Normanton, and we headed straight for the river free camp area.
We found about the only tree in the area, dropped the “Hotel”,
and then headed back into town to get a permit to stay there.
We overheard the girl at the Information centre advising another
camper not to leave their dog locked up outside overnight, because
it might not be there in the morning. It seems that a 21’ croc
has been seen loitering in the area. Chis, the statue of the
biggest croc ever shot in Australia (28’) is undergoing renovations,
and the red tape fencing sort of ruins the photo opportunity.
It was lunch time, and so the Albion Hotel was our pub of choice
for a Barra Burger, and again, we were not disappointed.
The Gulflander went to Croyden today, and comes back tomorrow.....
But I have footage from last trip in 2010 ..... We did have
a good look around town, and I think that tomorrow will see
us heading to Karumba for a day or two.
5.9.13 Wow, there are literally hundreds of Brolgas along
the roadside at the waterholes on the way to Karumba. Annette
wanted to see them dancing, and so we stopped, set up the camera,
and watched for about 15-20 minutes, and eventually, a performer
emerged. They are a graceful bird, and I guess the numbers close
to the road indicate the feed and water opportunity, because
it is certainlt drought country up here at the moment.
We pulled into Karumba, and the season is definitely over. The
caravan parks have plenty of room, and there are only a dozen
or so boat trailers and their tugs parked in the street, as
opposed to many more than ten times that amount three years
ago in June. It appears that the prawn export works have closed,
and that the caravan parks are now distributing prawns (@ $17
kg) to the public.
Annette has been starved of her fishing fix, and so we booked
into a caravan park, paid our dough, and tomorrow morning, we
go fishing. I have never included a fishing segment in my DVDs,,
because fishing isn’t my thing, but this is a great opportunity
to go out and get some action footage ..... might even have
a go myself - I mean I‘ve had to pay MY $100 for the half day
for the opportunity.......
We spent some time running around the metropolis of Karumba
- at best described as a holiday/fishing village ala Mandurah
and Rockingham in the 50s and 60s. It’s small, with a population
in the 2006 census of 518, but bursts at the seams as the tourist
season kicks in.
......... “The town is sited at the mouth of the Norman River,
and enjoys the distinction of being the only town along the
southern Gulf of Carpentaria that is within sight of the Gulf
itself (the Gulf's extensive tidal flats prohibits settlement
elsewhere along its shore). As such, the town's economy revolves
largely around fishing. The Karumba port services the Century
Zinc Mine as well as fishing. The prawn industry expanded in
The rare Morning Glory cloud rolls through Karumba in the early
hours of some mornings in September and October.
In the late 1930s the town was a refueling and maintenance stop
for the flying boats of the Qantas Empire Airways.
The Red Hot Chili Peppers song Animal Bar from their 2006 album
Stadium Arcadium is about Karumba. It is named after a bar called
the Animal Bar.”
........ and we had a drink in said bar this afternoon.
6.9.13 5.45am and the alarm screamed. We had an hour to
wake, eat, wake, and get to the town boat ramp, and wake up
We had booked a fishing trip. I am not a fisherman, as you are
probably well aware by now, but Annette was keen, and I took
the camera to record the mornings events. We headed out into
the Gulf, and were amazed to learn that the depth of the water
was only about 2 metres, and was a very gradual increase in
depth as you went further out ..... and we were about 3 kms
from shore. Annette caught the first fish, a reef shark, which
was returned to the depths. Mick was next, then Patty, and then
Mick had a small run, including a beautiful big fish. It appears
that we were catching Blue Finned Salmon. Patty caught a couple
more, and Annette just enjoyed herself urging the others on,
as for some reason, the bites just weren’t coming. Robert, the
charter operator was using the rod assigned to me, and was pulling
in a few as well.
I was happy filming the action, and the footage is being uploaded
to YouTube. We arrived back at the jetty about 12.30pm, and
we chose to take just three of the catch, returned to the caravan
park, and filleted the fish.
Annette spent the afternoon reading, and I headed out to film
what there is of this small town. It appears that once the season
dies (about early October) there is a general exodus, and the
town shuts down.
I also discovered that the prawn distribution works are still
operational, but the family that owns the business (from Adelaide),
decided to shut down their retail outlet, and two of the caravan
parks now retail for them.
We have a couple of Brolgas wandering around our park, and are
unfazed by humanoids, and there are heaps of wallabies all around
town. A couple of jabiru were having a fish in the ocean this
afternoon, as well as the usual pelicans and the like.
And the weather has been beautiful.
I wonder how long it will last............
7.9.13 I had reviewed my video from yesterday, taken thru
the windscreen as we did a quick trip around Karumba - well,
the town isn’t big enough to do a slow trip ..... even a slow
trip is quick ..... and found that the footage was unusable,
because parrots had crapped on the windscreen where the camera
was focused and I hadn’t noticed .... duh. And so, we packed
up the hotel, and did another lap of the areas affected, refilmed
them, and said our goodbyes to this gorgeous little hamlet on
Normanton arrived, I grabbed some footage of the now returned
Gulflander at the station, we refuelled, grabbed a bite to eat,
and hit the road.
We sailed past a sign pointing at the Leichhardt Lagoon Camp
Ground, and so did a U-Turn, and headed back to have a look.
The camp ground is situated on a lagoon, and during the season,
caters for 75-100 campers per night - some staying for the season.
Saturday night is dinner night at the old Glenore Homestead
- 3 course meal, $5 per head, take your own plates and cutlery.
There is a list of birds you can find there, as long as your
arm. OK, so I haven’t counted how many there are on the list
..... but there are 2 columns of a A4 Sheet in smallish writing.
Onwards, and we started looking for somewhere to squat for the
night, spied a lovely little spot just of the road and out of
sight of the road, set up the dish, and settled down to watch
the important goings on in this land of OZ. I was so pleased
when Collingwood got done.
Oh yes, there was an election, wasn’t there. If Labor learn
nothing else from Tony Abbott, they should take note of how
he united the party after the initial jostlings for leadership
early in his tenure. As for the future - If you didn’t like
his stance on certain areas of concern, you knew before the
election what they were. He didn’t promise the world as was
done elsewhere. The next three years will tell the story.
And then it was back to the important things in life, and Daniel
Ricciardo qualifying in 7th for this weekends Italian Grand
8.9.13 Yep, we woke up, the sun was shining ...... the election
result has changed nothing out here, life goes on.
We were slow getting moving, but were still on the road by 9.55
am. Croyden was our first port of call, and “Australia’s Oldest
Store” was our first stopping point. The shop was founded in
1894, and I don’t know about oldest - maybe oldest surviving,
but who’s going to argue. The place has character, and if wasn’t
for the fridges, you would swear that you had gone back in time.
Then out to Lake Belmore. It was opened in 1995, and had it’s
first spillway flow in 1998. After the low water levels back
at Corella and Cloncurry, I was pleasantly surprised at the
amount of water in the Lake. The area has well maintained lawn
and a lovely picnic area. It’s well worth a visit.
The nasty neck had reared it’s ugly head again for Annette,
and it being earlyish on a Sunday, the town’s main attractions
were closed, and so we headed out of town, and Annette settled
back to try and sleep the neck problem away.
The Chamberlain Chimney Rest Area is a few kms west of Georgetown,
and is on a property surrounding a lily lagoon. The water again
was down due to the last wet season not delivering, but a few
vans were taking advantage of the relative peace and quiet when
we got there.
Georgetown loomed, and again, the town was asleep, and so lunch,
and then a visit to the Terrestrial Centre where the Ted Elliott
Mineral Collection is housed. It seems the said Ted Elliot spent
a lifetime gathering the collection, which was eventually purchased
by the Etheridge Council, and housed in this beautiful setting
for posterity. It costs a gold coin donation to view this amazing
We found ourselves a nice little spot just off the road not
too far out of Georgetown, set up the dish, I watched the end
of the Richmond-Carlton game, Annette watched the black cockatoos,
before we settled down for dinner. I have a NASCAR replay to
watch tonight, and the lady will no doubt bury herself in her
And it was this week in 2006, when we lost two of our icons.
Steve Irwin and Peter Brock both passed within days of each
other, both in completely unexpected incidents. Their legacies
will live on.
9.9.13 We found ourselves on the road again by 9.50am. Mount
Surprise was our next target. The road conditions changed from
dual lane to single lane, there were roadworks, and we spent
a fair bit of our time sitting off the bitumen inviting oncoming
traffic to stay on the tar, hopefully so that we wouldn’t get
showered with rocks.
Mount Surprise has an underbody wash facility, which it invites
you to use to rid the car of any weeds and seeds you may be
carrying. We decided that to film this, we needed to test that
it worked, then do a run with the incar camera running, then
one with Annette filming from outside, and then a final one,
because Annette’s first attempt didn’t work - not her fault,
the camera defaulted to another setting. I think we didn’t have
any seeds left after being so diligent in cleaning the car........
We supported the local cafe with lunch, found out that there
were two tours on at Undarra Lava Tubes at 1pm and 3.30pm. We
didn’t have enough time to get there in time for the 1pm tour,
but we thought we’d have a crack. The fuel gauge dropped like
a stone as we sat on 90 odd (we usually sit on 70-80 kph), and
as we pulled up outside the reception at 12.50pm, Annette dived
in to get us on the tour whilst I parked the car and van. It
helps when you have been here before, because the tracks go
everywhere. We made it to the tour bus right on 1pm.
It appears the Undarra Tubes were first mentioned by Leichhardt,
who stated that he had seen a boot print, and so the original
discoverer is unknown and thus unheralded. It took many years
of Government inactivity, and the interest of NASA to study
the difference in the Basalt found here and on the moon, before
much was done about protecting the area. Sir David Attenborough
confirmed that the tubes were indeed the largest in the world
at something over 30 metres in size. (I think I got all that
Undarra, reached the Kennedy Hwy, and then an open metal dump
on the side of the road looked perfect for us to stop for the
Yet another good day. Tomorrow, we approach the Atherton Tableland.
10.9.13 8.55am, and we are on the road - unbelievable -
that is before Annette’s usual rising time. It was a bit chilly
last night, as we approach the Tablelands and start to climb
We arrived at Mount Garnett in reasonable time, despite all
the roadworks, and then stopped at Innot Thermal Springs. I
have been here before, but never got out of the car. And so
we parked up, and took a walk down into the park where the spring
emerges from the hill. The steam indicated that the water was
warmer than the air, but it wasn’t until we stuck a finger in
that we realised just how hot. It seems that the temperature
has been registered at 71C some years ago, and it obviously
cools as the water flows downstream, because you sure as hell
couldn’t bathe in it at that temperature.
We travelled on, and arrived at Millstream Falls. The path is
steep, and is paved, and would be great fun to go down in a
wheelchair. I reckon you would hit close on 200 kph, and if
the bends were banked ...... WOW. Mind you, there is nothing
to stop you at the end except the viewing platform, and it could
create a few sliced clones of you if you hit it at speed. I
digress. 340m they say it is, and it is an easy walk DOWN. The
falls are beautiful - the river taking a right angle and tumbling
down into a pool which is not accessible to the public. And
now, the walk back UP ....... a wheelchair would need to be
motorised with a V8 motor I feel to achieve the climb. And that
340m feels more like a couple of kms going back up. Was it worth
it ..... Oh yeah. I’ve been here before, knew what to expect,
and I was happy to do it again, and I am not big on exercise.
The falls are situated near Ravenshoe in the Atherton Tablelands,
and the area has an important WW2 history ...... This from the
National Parks brochure:
“The park has a rich World War II history. Camp sites were constructed
for the Battalions of the 7th and 9th Divisions between 1943
and 1945. The campsites were built to hold almost 1000 men each
and were mostly tent accommodation and cooking, latrine and
washing facilities. A network of rock-lined granite paths and
roads linked the facilities. Many of these and other features
are still visible along the World War II heritage walk”
Finally, on to Ravenshoe. I had run out of part of my medication,
and needed to get a script, which meant I needed to consult
a doctor. Doctors visit the town twice a week, and appointments
need to be made, however, I was squeezed in, altho I had to
wait a little over 2 hours for the consultation. That was no
problem, as I needed the medication. Then, all the EFTPOS lines
were down in the town, and so it looks like tomorrow for the
Meanwhile, Annette was grabbing some tips from an art teacher
at an exhibition in town, as well as doing a bit of personal
shopping in the local craft shops.
It was now approaching 4pm, and we decided to book into the
Ravenshoe Rail Van Park. $15 powered sight - beautiful. We may
have a good look around here tomorrow, and stay another night.
Something else we discovered today. Those fluffy things in the
sky were clouds, and it seems that strange colour all around
us is Green. We haven’t seen those for such a long time ........
11.9.13 Oh, how different could this bit of heaven be to
the dry, dusty, drought stricken areas we’ve just emerged from.
We decided to leave the van parked up, and go and explore the
country around Ravenshoe. It bills itself as the highest town
in Queensland at 920m. It seems that there has been around 100mm
of rain in the last week, and the country is oh, so green. And
the rolling hills, valleys, dips, and changes from open (cleared)
country to rain forest as you drive the narrow (bitumenised)
scenic trails just blows you away. I have been really looking
forward to this part of the trip. I got a taste of the Tablelands
in 2010, and was keen to explore more.
We took the scenic trail to Millaa Millaa (Have to find out
how to pronounce that). It was just gorgeous. I will have to
drag some pics from the video tonight. And then we did the waterfall
loop. We saw 5 falls yesterday in about a 20km radius of each
other, falls that I hadn’t seen before.
We saw 1100m on the altimeter before we finally wound our way
back to Ravenshoe, where the lady hit the sack, and I just mucked
about on the computer until bedtime.
We had walked not a long way, but there were a couple of steep
climbs to be negotiated, and we survived.
Ravenshoe is an old timber town, and still holds on to it’s
old steam engine, which does the run each Sunday. It’s a pity
we won’t be here to have a look at that, but I can take some
footage of the old steamer as it sits in its shed not 30m from
where the “Hotel” is parked up. The Railway and the park is
run by volunteers, and the money you pay for your powered site
(currently $15) goes back into maintaining this piece of heritage.
For the art lovers, there is the “Art Shed”, where locals gather
to draw, paint, or learn how to.
This is a lovely little part of the world. And it is so much
about what country living is all about............ Love it
We decided to move from Ravenshoe to Atherton, via Herberton.
We found the road out of town, and began the run through changing
forest and cleared country, all the time climbing to around
1100 metres. Then in a hilly winding bit, I missed the turn,
and you don't get a chance to turn around, not with 10m of trailer
hanging off the back, and so we figured we didn't want to go
to Herberton, anyway.
Then the Mt Hypipamee NP turnoff loomed, and we grabbed it.
Dinner Falls and The Crater live in here, and we headed for
the latter. I wasn't aware until this point that Annette wasn't
feeling the best, and having had our share of waterfalls yesterday,
decided that The Crater would be all that we would look at.
The paths have been sealed - Parks and Gardens have done a great
job over here at the major tourist attractions, so far at least.
And then we got to our destination, only to find a busload of
backpackers crowding the viewing platform. The leader was oblivious
to anything else around him as he and (some of) the group discussed
geneology, which I'm sure had nothing to do with the bloody
great hole in the ground that we wanted to look at. I had taken
the big camera in, and so after waiting patiently for about
3-4 minutes, I decided to just work my way thru the multitudes
and start filming - nothing changed. I worked my way around
and actually brushed against him as i took a couple of shots
from that end of the platform, whilst also commentating some
sort of rubbish to the camera ..... nope. Just kept up his banter
trying to impress the girls we think.
And so we gave up and headed back to the car. I sometimes wish
that I was the vindictive type that would let down one of the
tyres on his bus, but sadly, I'm not. I then decided to hold
him up if he came up behind me on the road - sadly he didn't
The jungle country suddenly changed to cleared farm land, and
as we descended, the country began to flatten out, and we were
in Atherton. We grabbed a delicious Omelette at The Coffee Club,
before deciding that we would camp at the Rocky Creek Legends
camp ground. Now I knew from experience that the ground is not
flat there, and that there are not a lot of trees, and when
we got there, yep, all the good spots were taken. We gave it
a few minutes thought, and figured that the Tableland is condensed
enough, that if we hit the rodeo ground in Mareeba, that we
could do day trips very easily from there.
We were surprised at the number of vans already camped there,
as the season is all but over. But Mareeba is a junction between
Cape York, Cairns and the Western part of Queensland. And I
suspect that a number are probably season campers. We booked
in, set up shop, and Annette hit the sack to try and get rid
of this nagging tiredness which she seems to have suffered the
past week or so, and I sat and mucked around with the computer.
I should have had a sleep also, as I am also starting to feel
the effects of the grind of the past 3 months. And what time
did I get to bed ..... yep, midnight ....... I hope the photos
were worth the effort.
As mentioned in my last post, we have decided to take a break
and base ourselves here in Mareeba for probably the next week
at least. It is the centre of the Universe up here - everything
is within 60 kms of the place, including Cairns.
What is noticible, is that after the greenery of Ravenshoe and
Atherton, the land not only flattened out down here, but it
seems that the rain bypasses the place as well. As a result,
it is really quite dry around here. We are encouraged to move
our grey water waste hose around to water the ground. And when
we wandered outside this morning, a good percentage of the vans
that were here last night had gone.
We have a problem with our washing machine, and if we can't
get it fixed, it means lots of dollars in laundromats. And so
we have been looking for a bin with a screw on lid, that we
can use as a mobile gentle wash type machine whilst travelling.
And today, we struck gold, and picked one up at a local hardware
store. Apparently you put a small amount of wool wash in water,
chuck in the clothes, and as you drive, the movement washes
the clothes. By using wool wash, you don't have to rinse the
washing afterwards. We'll see what happens when we get moving
We called into the local information centre, which also houses
a great little museum. We had to skedaddle, because we had clothes
in the laundromat, but we will be back to check that out. The
rest of the day was spent veging. I sat down to redesign my
sign writing on the van, and took it to the local sign writer,
who had taken the afternoon off to go food shopping...... That's
ok, I'll go back on Monday. By co-incidence, I had the old signs
done here in Mareeba in 2010, but since then, I have changed
the name of the business, designed and marketed a logo (which
is on the car), but feel that I have wasted a huge opportunity
to capitilize on that by not having my "Hotel" carrying
the "new" logo during this trip, as I have had people
remark that they had seen the logo somewhere .... was it on
TV? No, but they were Exploroz.com watchers.
There is a market happening in town tomorrow from 7am, and Annette
has expressed a desire to attend at "7.30 or 8am".
This should be fun - that's an hour before her normal wake up
time ..... AND the second time this week. Oh, and in case you
are asking, I do run these tombs past her before posting .....
I am not THAT stupid :-)
14.9.13 Amazing, we were out of bed bright and early, grabbed
a coffee, and we were on the road by just after 7am. The markets
were well set up and rocking when we got there. Plenty of fruit
and veg on sale from local vendors, and amazing also the variance
in pricing. The stall that grabbed our attention was a young
lady selling stone washed rocks with mosaic patterns attached
to them. They were stunning. It seems that she has to have a
licence to collect the rocks from a specific area, and she gets
them from a creek (or river) by the trailer load when she needs
I ran a stall here in 2010, and I am sure that the market wasn’t
as extensive then as it was this time.
We wandered back home, and I settled down to watch the days
happenings at Sandown, and Annette read her book. Late in the
afternoon, the lady decided to go and have a play on the pokies.
Now in WA, the only place you can play these things is at the
casino, as our government has wisely restricted and avoided
the spread of these things in our community, and so it is a
novelty to go and have a bit of fun when travelling. Annette
went in with her usual $20 , and didn’t return until some 2
or 3 hours later, and counted $56 onto the bed. (Not a bad return
at one cent a game).
Dinner, and then keep an eye on the footy - well done Swannies
- and the cricket, whilst continuing to edit footage taken so
A nothing day really ..... quite relaxing.
15.9.13 Time flies when you’re having fun, doesn’t it? We
decided to have a look at some of the local attractions today
- a distillery, some Coffee places, and wineries.
The Mt Uncle Distillery is the first only “Still” in North Queensland,
and after Kununurra, we were expecting more fireworks. Instead,
the rums were quite smooth and mild. These are made from Bananas
and sugar cane. Apparently, excise on spirits is $20 per bottle,
where that isn’t imposed on the wineries. Interesting. And so
the pricing is quite steep (to this occasional and not very
often drinker, anyway.) As with most bigger private companies
of this sort, they have a very nice function/cafe area set up
as well. The tasting area is just a part of the overall plan.
The property is very neat, and was a pleasure to visit.
Now before I go any further ...... I had forgotten about the
Passport system ..... I must admit that I don’t do a lot of
this, and so this is probably old hat to seasoned tourists.
Go to the local information centre, and get a passport booklet
(or two). These contain vouchers that give you discounts at
these places. At Mt Uncle, you pay $4 per taste, or $10 for
4. The voucher gave us a couple free, which we shared .......
And so to the Coffee Works. Again, this is a coffee grower/manufacturer
with a retail outlet, a cafeteria, and a self guided tour available.
In this case, they also have an amazing museum of coffee making
implements from way back, as well as a section on the history
of tea. The tour costs $15 ($12 with your passport discount),
and you are free to sample every coffee flavour, every chocolate
flavour (Did I mention they also make chocolate) and admission
to the museum. We had lunch whilst we were there, and eventually
staggered out sloshing from the extensive coffee sampling, whilst
licking the chocolate from our chops ...
By now, we had abandoned the idea of visiting more coffee/wine
making establishments, and so we decided to visit the Beck Military
Museum. I had missed it last time, and it only opens on weekends,
or by appointment, which seemed strange to me. However, Mr and
Mrs Beck are at a very advanced age, and need to visit specialists
and the like during the week. The museum has been in existence
in earnest, since 1964. Mr Beck was an avid collector, and finally
needed somewhere to display his collection ..... and the collection
did a topsy, and “growed”. What an amazing collection it. The
Air Museum in Darwin would love to have some of his collection
of aircraft, I am sure. There are Tanks, jeeps, Blitzes, guns,
engines, landing gear, motor bikes ....... the list goes on.
The hangar comes originally from Townsville, and the trusses
are wooden, not metal as you would expect. Every part was numbered
when dismantling to ease the rebuilding phase. This is an amazing
museum, and must be seen if military and aviation history is
Finally, we had some time up our sleeves, the video was hopefully
recording the days happenings at Sandown, and so we decided
to take a run out to Kuranda to suss the place out for a more
serious visit later in the week. We got there as everything
was closing up, but it was an enjoyable end to what had been
a fun day.
17.9.13 When we pulled into Mareeba, we decided to stop
and take stock of things and recuperate. The pace has been rather
hectic, despite it being the least frantic trip that I have
done. Before we left, we knew that Annette may have some issues
to resolve back home, and it was a matter of whether they could
be resolved from afar, or whether she had to go back home to
deal with them.
The answer became very clear this evening after a phone call,
that she really had no alternative other than to return home.
After working out the best way to do this, she jumped on the
phone, and will leave Cairns next Wednesday for the long haul
back to Albany. Meanwhile, we have done what we set out to do,
and we still had no firm plans for the trip back to WA, it being
Annette’s call as to which way and where she wanted to go. As
a result, I will tootle back home still maintaining my budget
for the trip, and who knows, by the time I get back, we may
have a DVD ready to go to print. I am not looking forward to
not having this lovely lady beside me for the next 2-3 months.
Today was the beginning of another week, and I ducked into town
to organise the new advertising stuff for the van, and to book
into Toyota to have the timing chain replaced. They can’t do
it until Monday, but the price is right, and it is only 1000km
from needing to be done anyway. Then back to the “hotel” to
give her a bit of a clean, and the car got a bit of special
treatment as well. Then a bit of a look at the Nascar scenario,
and time for a sleep.
And then tonight, that phone call, that determined that all
is about to change.
18.9.13 Despite the decision last night, we both slept well.
We have a lot of touring to pack into the next few days, but
first we had to deal with important factors. The battery had
died in Annette’s watch, we had run out of bananas, and there
were one or two other food items that needed to be replenished.
And so a trip into town to find a jeweller was undertaken, and
we just happened to find them right next to Coles...... sweet.
We decided to call into the cemetery on the way home, and inspect
the amazing number of crypts and raised gravesites or Alter
Tombs I think they are called, Mareeba obviously has or had
a high number of italian families, and many of the raised graves
were installed in the nineties.
We noticed that there was activity behind the rodeo ground with
dogs and cattle, and having filmed a bit of the Australian Cattle
Dog Championships in 2010 (see our YouTube video under Qld),
we were curious as to whether some sort of competition was about
to take place. But, no such luck, it was a herding workshop.
Meanwhile, the police were supervising a braking session with
high school students on a skid pan at the front of the Rodeo
Ground. It’s all happening here in Mareeba.
Then it was time to start removing the advertising from the
caravan .... wow that stuff sticks solid.... we found that the
vinyl didn’t want to budge, so we grabbed a hair dryer, and
by softening the vinyl with heat, the letters started to peel
much more easily. The new advertising goes on on Monday.
We have only a week before we put Annette on the plane, and
so tomorrow, we go touring again ..... and the weather is about
to change ....... rain is forecast, We’ve almost forgotten what
that looks like.
18.9.13 Firstly, somewhere along the way, I lost the 16th
day of the month. We went from the 15th to the 17th overnight
..... how? Well I have a Macbook Pro computer, but since day
one, it has never opened up with the right date, and I’ve never
been able to fix that (along with a lot of other Mac users if
you read the forums). And being a Mac, if you believe all the
hype and crap that Apple come up with, it MUST be right ....
Right? Anyway, I lost a day. Today, I have that day back........
Today we planned to go tourist, with the cameras of course.
It was overcast, and looked dodgy, and the forecast told us
that this would be the case. But the sun did emerge, and it
got warm, and it got steamy, and we arrived at Emerald Creek
Falls. There is a large picnic area and a sign indicating that
the falls walk was a 1.9km return journey...... and it was all
uphill ...... the track is well formed, and steps have been
put in by the rangers where necessary. When you reach the falls,
there is a notice telling you not to leave the track, and there
is a safety barrier to view from. Sadly, a young tourist chose
to ignore these, and slipped to his death just a couple of weeks
ago. Because of the recent dryish wet season, and it being September,
there was not a lot of water flowing, but we captured what we
could - on video that is, NOT in a bucket
The great thing about walking uphill is that it is downhill
on the way back, and when we got back to the carpark, Annette,
being a water baby, availed herself of the lovely little stream
running beside the camp ground and had a soak in the pool.
We then made our way back to road that ran cross country to
the Kennedy Hwy, and down to Tolga, where we stopped for lunch,
before diverting to Lake Tinaroo.
This is a man made lake, and is a wonderful recreation area.
As you work around the lake, there are a number of camping areas
that are beautiful. A sign at the beginning of the road tells
you that the road is not suitable for caravans. I am beginning
to think that caravanners can’t read, because there was a goodly
number parked lakeside at each camp ground..... and that intrigued
me. You have to pre book, and secure your camp spot - and the
camp spots are numbered, but there were a number of vans parked
right on the lake edge .... curious.
Some areas allow generators, others don’t, and no dogs allowed.
We had been perusing our maps, and were looking at a road that
according to the map, you needed a permit to travel on. A local
assured us that this wasn’t the case, and that the drive was
quite interesting. However, there was another road inside that
one, which we figured we might follow. It turned out to be a
forestry track, the sign said we could use it, and it was a
two wheel track. We hoped we wouldn’t meet anything coming the
other way, and we headed on. we started at about 400m, and found
ourselves steadily climbing, huge drops on one side, cliffs
on the other, then across ridge tops and the drops were on the
other side, and the altimeter was climbing. Some of the climbs
got steeper, and we peaked at 1242 metres, before beginning
the descent ...... and we didn’t meet any oncoming vehicles
thank goodness. It could have been quite hairy.
And then, we were out of the state forest, and on the road back
We had no idea what the day would bring when we left this morning,
but wow, what a ripper.
19.9.13 Tourist day again today. We headed down thru Atherton,
and out towards Yungaburra. We called in and had a look at the
Curtain Fig Tree - now that is an amazing phenomenon. Gotta
be seen to be believed.
Then Yungaburra. I fell in love with this place in 2010. Annette
disappeared into a Gem Store while I was filming around the
town. Then we had lunch at the Vienna Cafe, before doing a bit
of a tour, and then striking out for Malanda. But before that,
I just HAD to take Annette into Lake Barrine. This is a volcanic
crater that has filled with water and has produced the most
beautiful lake. Then Lake Eacham, which is another crater lake
just a few kms away. Lake Barrine is mainly set up as a tourist
destination complete with boat tours and restaurant, whereas
Lake Eacham is a recreational area, and is used for swimming
and picnic activities.
Malanda arrived, we had a look at the Dairy Joint, filmed the
Malanda Falls which are right beside the road just out of town,
before arriving at the Gallo Dairyland Cheese Factory. We gave
the factory a miss, but did sample the cheeses and chocolate
before making our purchase.
We arrived back at the rodeo ground, and started making preparations
for tomorrows journey...... well, we sat and had a drink and
chatted with a couple of the campers. We had intended to make
Oh, WHAT are we doing tomorrow? We have decided to leave the
van here, and take a run up to Cooktown. We have booked a cabin
up there, and will return on Saturday. While discussing about
the return trip, it suddenly hit me that I haven’t done the
Bloomfield Track, and so, THAT is the way we intend coming back
to Mareeba. We are excited about what may eventuate over the
next couple of days.
20.9.13 The “ton” is up, and we celebrated by eating fish’n’chips
at the Fisherman’s Wharf in Cooktown..... well, in truth, we’ve
only JUST realised that it’s been 100 days since we left. but
yep, we did have dinner sitting on a bench watching a fishing
boat prepare to leave. As it turns out, the boat spent it’s
first 6 years based in Albany .... co-incidence, huh?
We woke up this morning to some weird noises, like the sound
of someone washing his caravan with a high pressure hose - we
should have realised that wasn’t the case, because the water
is definitely NOT high pressure at the Rodeo Ground. So a bit
later, I wandered outside, and a Balloon had landed across the
way, and was being deflated. I later learnt that two of them
had come down within minutes of each other - explained the noise.
We left Mareeba at 8.45am and started the journey north. We
stopped to have a look at Lighthouse Mountain, so called because
of the appearance of what looks like a lighthouse perched on
top, but when viewed through binoculars, is in fact a vertical
Palmer River Roadhouse is worth stopping at, just to look at
the slate walls that the building is constructed from. It is
something very different. Then a couple of runs thru the underbody
wash at Lakelands Roadhouse. One particularly dirty car ran
thru it about 8 or 9 times while we watched ....... some people
are easily amused.
Black Mountain was next, so called, because it is a hill made
totally of black boulders, and the few trees that do grow are
“The main feature of the park is the mass of granite boulders,
some the size of houses. Between the boulders and rocks is an
absence of soil so that gaps penetrate inside the mountain.
These rocks can become extremely hot.
The area has a bad reputation as numerous people and those searching
for the missing have supposedly disappeared without trace. When
European colonists arrived late last century, they added to
the many Aboriginal legends of the area with a few of their
own. Stories abound of people, horses and whole mobs of cattle
disappearing into the labyrinth of rocks, never to be seen again......”
The drive up had been most enjoyable, as the road runs through
some beautiful mountain type country.
And so, on to Cooktown, and a visit to the Lighthouse Lookout.
This has I believe been closed of recent times, as maintenance
has been carried out. Today, it was open. And what a view -
certainly, it rivals the Five Ways Lookout at Wyndham. Wonderful.
Annette was again afflicted with a flaring neck problem, and
so we found our caravan park, booked into our cabin, and slept
for an hour or so.
And then tonight, we chose to try the local fish’n’chips, and
you already know where that was imbibed.
Tomorrow is another day. We will have a bit more of a look around,
then head for the Lions Den, before tackling the Bloomfield
Track back to Mareeba.
21.9.13 We arose early, and prepared ourselves to tackle
the Bloomfield Track. I had no idea what to expect, but knew
that what ever, it was going to be a fun and interesting day.
We had a quick look at a few features around town, that we had
missed yesterday, and then bade Cooktown goodbye, as we headed
for Helenvale. We arrived at the Lions Den, and gave Annette
the opportunity to have a look at the place. At 9.53 (I checked
the video footage ) we pulled out and started our trek. I had
checked the camera, had plenty of Disk Space, and so I hit record,
and decided to film the whole trip, and chuck most of it away
Hang on a tick, the first few Kms were bitumen ...... they have
been sealing the road for the local community. In fact, it was
pretty much sealed to Rossville and much of the way to Lorna
Doone - yep, they are place names. The road had some amazing
rises and falls, steep and winding, and then you appeared to
be through the hills, and then they were back again ... and
so it went. The hills towering over you as you descended were
awe inspiring - so tall, and yet we only rose to a height of
about 350m .... but we were starting around sea level. And then
we arrived at the delightful little hamlet of Ayton. There is
an IGA Express and cafe, albeit in the same store, and about
50 kids attend the local store. The road is slowly being sealed
from Cooktown as funds become available. We pulled into the
boat ramp, and had morning tea as watched the river and spoke
to one of the locals.
Onwards, and the road winds around alongside the Bloomfield
River to the causeway, which we were told is being replaced
at sometime in the future by a bridge. We were now on the Bloomfield
Road, and almost immediately, a first gear climb up a steep
incline, a quick look at the river below us, and we were on
The road is the main road for the locals to Cairns, and so is
kept in reasonable shape. The steep gradients require downshifts
if momentum is not maintained, but you can't safely travel at
any speed on this road because it is narrow, has blind curves
and crests, and creates plenty of dust. There are a couple of
spots where the road meets the ocean and rest areas allow you
to stop and have a paddle in the water. The distance from Ayton
to Cape Tribulation is only 31 kms, but it is slow going with
safety. Many times you find yourself crossing ridges with steep
drops on either side. And once you get to Cape Trib, it isn't
over - the road from now is bitumen, but although double lane,
twists and winds and climbs and drops, as the road is cut into
side of a mountain. And then you are travelling past hidden
entrances as driveways disappear almost vertically to private
properties, and cafes, motels and the like hidden back in the
forest as you drive through .... and then, you are at the ferry.
You are herded on, pay your $13 if you are travelling only the
one way, and a few minutes later, exit the ferry and you are
in cane growing country.
But it wasn't totally over, because after Mossman, we turned
onto the road to Mount Molloy, and again, up and over the Great
Dividing Range, again winding left and right and ever upwards
until you hit the top and descend to the Peninsula Development
Road, and half an hour later, we are back at our caravan at
the Rodeo Ground in Mareeba.
A wonderful day, and I don't remember that much of it, such
was the concentration this old fella had put in, but I can now
sit down and edit the video ....all 2 hrs and 43 minutes of
it... and relive the journey.
22.9.13 We had planned to go for a run somewhere, but decided
to start getting things organised for Annette’s departure on
Wednesday. The car goes in tomorrow for a new timing belt, and
the new advertising is to be affixed to the van.
And so, a relatively lazy day after the last couple.
I had decided that we would go to the RSL for dinner, and to
Annette’s delight, it was Roast night. Guess who had been hankering
for a Roast Lamb dinner for a while now ..... yep and she was
a happy camper. And of course, it was the RSL club where she
went playing with the pokies a few days ago, and came home $35
richer. Well, she disappeared again, with $20 to lose, and I
sat down to watch a bit of TV, fiddle with the phone, and those
sorts of mundane things that a non drinking, non gambling person
does - yep, I’m a disappointment to my family. Finally, after
a couple of hours, the air con was starting to get a bit cold,
so I wandered into the pokies room to see how she was getting
on. It seems she had $5 left to play with, but a profit of $65
in her purse. I had been banned from watching her play, because
I NEVER win anything ...... and it seems with good cause (that
I was banned)
An excellent way for the lady to finish her trip- - a roast,
and a win on the pokies.
23.9.13 What the hell is that racket? Oh yeah, I set the
alarm last night for 7am. I’ve got to have the car in at Mareeba
Toyota at 8am to have a new timing chain fitted. I crawl out
of bed, make the teas, switch on the computer, check the emails,
pack the computer away - I’m going to be sitting for about 3
hours waiting for the car to be done, so I’ll get some editing
done while I wait ........ 5 mins down the road, and I realise
that I’ve left the computer behind ...... bother ....... I get
to Toyota, and Sylvia calls John over, and asks him to take
me back to the Rodeo Ground, they’ll pick me up when the car
is ready. Wonderful. 10 am, the phone rings, one of the parts
hasn’t turned, and the car is in pieces, the part will be here
at midday ....... 2.30, I call and am told that the car is being
reassembled and they will pick me up at 3.30 ..... 3.10 and
the car arrives to take me back to Toyota .......
I have to say that the price was way under what I have paid
in the past, the service was fantastic. If you are in the area
(Mareeba or environs) get your Toyota looked after by these
Now, I was supposed to get the advertising affixed to the van
this afternoon, but we were running out of time, and we are
leaving the “hotel” here tomorrow, as I take Annette down to
Cairns to have a look at the place. We are booked into a cabin
overnight, as I have to have her at the airport to catch the
6 am flight on Wednesday Morning. So a quick call into the sign
writer to arrange (yet again) to take the van in on Thursday
morning as I leave this wonderful town yet again.
Meanwhile, Annette has been sorting out what will be taken home,
and what will be left in the van until I get back home ....
whenever that may be. We had picked up a case at Vinnies, and
that was bulging, the backback was packed, and we THINK she’s
Now, where’s the remote for the Brownlow?
24.9.13 What a shit of a day .... well mixed really I guess.
I’ve got a snotter that thinks it’s Barron Falls after a good
wet season, and you ALL know, there is nothing like the MAN
FLU to hold you down and kick the crap out of you ........
Despite that, we loaded Annette’s gear (that she is taking with
her) into the Cruiser, and headed down to Cairns for the first
time on this trip.
We took a run into the airport to get a rough idea of our bearings
- I mean who’s going to be awake at 5am to really have any idea.
Then we cruised down to the Esplanade, had a bit of a wander
around, into town for a big breakfast for lunch, and then to
the Caravan Park to check into our cabin. They gave us a pin
to get in through the gate - it didn’t work - but they let us
in anyway, and we unloaded. Then we couldn’t get the A/C to
work. New batteries in the remote, and even then a bit of jiggling
to get it going. Annette read, I died. A couple of hours later,
we headed out to find a chemist, and have a bit of a look around.
Annette was interested in looking at the Marina, and so we went
down, and I was pleased to see that the boys had delivered my
boat intact, complete with helicopter ........ I wish.
Then back to the car, and back to the Esplanade for dinner -
pizzas at Rattle And Hum. It gets very busy on (This) Tuesday
night, mainly tourists and the local young folk. Cairns is I
think beginning to rely on the tourist trade, and when you look
at places like Port Douglas, Kuranda and Coral Bay, it has certainly
robbed them of their own particular charm ..... IMHO.
Finally back to the caravan park, punch in the number......
punch in the number ......... punch in the number ...... The
man from the office let us in, and assured us that it will work
when I want to get out of here at 4.45 in the morning ..........
25.9.13 Well, we approached the boom gate with trepidation,
inputted the pin code, and..... it worked. We got to the airport
at 4.45am, and still got lost trying to find our way into the
airport drop off section. However, we got there, Annette booked
in, and then she was thru the gate, and at 6.05, the plane took
off. She has a big day ahead of her.
And so I am back to flying solo, and have no idea which way
I am going. All of my plans had been around showing Annette
some of what I had already been privileged to witness. And with
her call back home, I need to start studying the maps and see
where I can cover new ground.
Late yesterday we saw the 450,000 appear on the odometer of
the old cruiser. What a wonderful bus this has been to me. We
have done 300k since I bought her in late 2004, and we have
been everywhere over all sorts of terrain, both towing and non
towing. I turboed her at 290k, and she and the “hotel” appear
to be good mates.
Many years ago, I had a singer join our band in Katanning, her
name was Helene Johnson, and I lost touch over the years. Then
I did a search on Facebook, and found her - and she was living
in Cairns. And so I picked up the phone, gave her a call, and
spent an hour or so having a coffee and generally catching up
after twenty odd years. I received a message, Annette had reached
And then a bit of driving around getting lost, a bit of filming,
and then blow it, let’s get out of here - too busy for me, time
to head back to Mareeba - took a turn too early - lost again
- finally told “Wanda” that I wanted to go to Kuranda, and she
quite happily told me where to go ....
I headed out to Barron River Falls ..... try dribbles ......
I think I have footage of it doing a bit more than that, so
after running around, headed back towards Mareeba. Gee, I like
this place, I don’t know why.
Message - “have arrived in Perth - weather is fine” - I suspect
in reply to my quip that it is beautiful over here, and has
been rather ordinary in WA down south, although the rain is
much needed, if only to fill the dams to supply our rapidly
increasing population. The mining industry has a lot to answer
for - prosperity, maybe - but has it forced the cost of living
9.44pm and the lady has arrived in Albany. That would have been
a long day. Tomorrow, the advertising goes back on the van.
26.9.13 The start of week 16, 4 months since we left Perth.
So much has happened, and so much seen, and so much to take
in, and now without the “nagrivator”.
I don’t know whether I mentioned the balloons landing in the
Rodeo Ground the other morning. I had heard this sound like
someone washing their van with a high pressure hose, and thought
nothing more of it, until I went outside later to see them packing
up a balloon. Well, was laying in bed this morning when I heard
a whoosh, and being better educated, jumped out grabbed the
camera, and outside in time to see the two balloons descending
on our camp ground. This place is busier than Cairns airport
early in the morning.
I had been laying there contemplating my next move. Today, I
take the van in to get advertising put on it, and then I was
going to keep heading south. Then I thought, well where? And
so I think I will stay here a few more days, get some serious
editing done, watch the NASCAR stuff that’s on the DVR, and
study the maps, and leave here with a new purpose.
Well, the advertising signage is now on the van, and I have
posted the new and old signage pics to FB. Tell me what you
think ........ please ....
I am pleased with what the girls have done - I designed it on
Photoshop, and they have reproduced it exactly as I wanted it.
Thanks to Girles Sign Shop in Mareeba.
I jumped on the computer this afternoon and got stuck into the
editing process again. Deciding what to leave out is the big
thing, and I am determined to get the pictures right before
I start overdubbing, titling and setting the background music
bed. I usually get it all done, and then decide to do some transitions,
and that throws everything out again. So hopefully, I get it
right this time.
Time to watch to watch last weeks NASCAR race and generally
chill out for a few days.
27.9.13 A quiet day in Mareeba for me. Decided to chuck
the battery charger on the auxilliary battery, it's been getting
a bit of a hammering lately being asked to run a fridge, computer,
charge and run a video camera ..... it all takes it's toll I
Then it was back to the editing desk to trim and view the Queensland
section of the trip. Wow, the Tablelands have done it for me.
This area is beautiful, and has so much to keep you occupied
and enthralled, and there are things I wanted to cover, but
don't have the room, and anyway, you have to have something
to discover for yourselves.
Finished watching last weeks NASCAR race, a couple of episodes
of Julia Zemiro .....
Quiet day. Looks pretty quiet on the sport front .... not much
happening by the look of things .... I thought it was getting
close to finals time ...... NASCAR on Monday 3am looks like
it, really .......
I guess I'll revisit and play with the NT video tomorrow.
28.9.13 Disjointed day today, some editing, some TV, watched
the AFL Grand Final, ate too many potato chips and Shapes and
cheese - (well you do that watching Football, don't you - in
the absence of pies and chips and stuff?).
Started by finding that the Auxilliary Battery in the car was
fully charged, and figured that while I was about it, lets give
the starter battery some juice as well.
Then started to review the Northern Territory footage, and remembered
that because of a mortal injury (I had a crook back at the time,
and there was some walking and rock climbing to be done on the
boat tour) that we hadn't done Katherine Gorge. And so, I dug
into the archives (yes, I have a box of them on board with me)
and found the footage I took in 2005, on an early digital video
camera, that worked in a different format, and that recorded
the wide angle stuff as a picture with borders top and bottom
in a 4:3 format - more commonly known as Letterbox.........
It doesn't matter, I had footage, and I imported it, and it
works .... it looks different, but it fits in with the itinerary
of the trip. And so I guess I could be claiming to have been
working on this DVD since 2005, with footage from then, 2010,
and 2013, (and 2011 in the case of the WA section) ..... I wonder
if I could claim a tax break on all this ...... LOL
Then the Football. The Dockers had their chance, but you can't
kick 8.14 against 11.11 (same number of scoring shots) and expect
to win. I considered watching the replay to see if they kicked
any straighter, but figured the score would wind up the same,
and so, didn't bother. And how often does a side win their first
Grand Final, especially when playing against the side that lost
it last year and probably had a bit more hunger.........
So much for politics .... I have a couple of shows on the DVR
to watch tonight, and so sleep tight everyone. We'll see what
Spent much of the day working on the Northern Territory Video,
and at the end, was I happy ......... Nope....... I am thinking
that I am going to have to take a totally different look at
this to what I had planned, and I think it will be for the better.
The day started out as daylight, and about 4ish, I thought,
I'd better get down to Coles and stock up on one or three vital
supplies. Got back home, and MOST of them fitted in the fridge
- well the freezer for those items that need to be kept frozen.
I also fed the Cruiser with a nice big tank full of diesel,
and all is in readiness to take off tomorrow. I still don't
know where exactly, but have decided that it will be south.
Probably Charters Towers first major port of call, and then
a toss up as to which way from there. But I've got a few days
to think about that.
Tonight, I decided that another visit to the RSL was in order,
and again, Roast was the order of the day. The chef insists
on dishing out the meat, and he is not mean. There is no WAY
i'm going to get thru that lot I thought as I piled on the veges..........
I did, and boy did my clothes do an instant shrink. Mareeba
RSL - recommended, and only $18
Now, I've got to have a look at that map, and work out where
I'm off to tomorrow. Enjoy the holiday in WA, and spare a thought
for us retired guys ... we don't get holidays and long weekends
- Emerald (via Winton and Longreach)