Monday, May 8, 2017

Heading Off Again


The temperature - last night, plummeted to single figures.  Today, although bright and sunny, had a definite chilly bite to it!  
Tomorrow, we head off to the north of the state, until eventually, we hope to reach the forever sunny Queensland.   
Except for some last minute packing, everything is ready to go and we should be heading off first thing in the morning.
Although we still have our roof top tent, this trip we plan to stay in accommodation, probably in caravan parks. 
We're travelling light, a short getaway before we go for a longer trip to Perth later in the year.
The house is prepared, pot plants and the garden taken care of, and arrangements made to have what little mail we still get delivered to the house, collected.
I am looking forward to getting away for a while.  It's been a very busy year.  Finally, the Mister has retired and he has been patiently waiting for a space in our busy schedule to have a getaway.  So we're squeezing a holiday between our son's April wedding and our daughter's June graduation.


Sunday, July 6, 2014

Wandilla Station

On Friday night, we went out of our way to find Wandilla Station, as we wanted to continue experiencing camping on working stations rather than regular camp grounds.
The clue we had to look out for was the SpongeBob SquarePants mail box!


Who could miss it?  Well, it was a bit off the beaten track, about 15 kilometres south of the little town of Eulo.


The red earth gets me every time.


We had the choice of camping anywhere on the station, but as we're not totally self sufficient, we stayed close by the amenities and used the camp kitchen to prepare our dinner.


There were many photo opportunities which I'm sharing here.


The above sheds house accommodation and the camp kitchen.


Camp anywhere!


We were desperate for the chance to do laundry and there it is...a little hut housing the washing machine!



We hung our laundry between the trees.  We were worried it would not dry in time before we set off in the morning.





After bidding farewell to David we set off to visit the town of Eulo.
We did a little shopping before doing some sightseeing.



Lizard Racing Track?


It's obvious that out Eulo way, people like to have some fun!





Life-size Diprotodon statue.
Fossils of these giant megafauna have been found in the Eulo area.



The Eulo Queen Hotel is said to have been owned by Isabel Gray, a pub owner and three times married gambler, opal dealer and self proclaimed Queen of Eulo (or so the legend goes).




On our way out of town, there was no shortage of emus. 


The emus don't really like sightseers so it was a bit difficult to capture them but I felt determined as I promised our Grand Daughter some photographs of emus.



Saturday, July 5, 2014

Snapshots of Thargomindah










The coffee, (surprise, surprise,) was exceptional in Thargomindah.
I even managed to get an affogato!




Friday, July 4, 2014

You Are Here


Fourth of July we find ourselves at Nockatunga Station.
All that pointing at the place on the map inside the Noccundra Hotel has almost wiped it off the map. 

The 'township' consist of the hotel and Noccundra Hall.


Last night we camped by the Wilson River.


Free camping with hot showers provided about a five hundred metre walk to arrive alongside the Noccundra Hotel.  A gold coin donation paid for the showers, except by the time we arrived there the water was tepid.
Nonetheless, we showered.
We had hoped to have dinner at the pub, but the publican advised us that he'd run out of food, what was left would feed his in-house guests and that he was off to Broken Hill in the morning to get more supplies.
Well, we've all heard of the pub with no beer...
So we supped on some soup heated up on the camp stove.

This morning, as we trudged to the amenities, we were enthralled by the the superb sunrise.






The camp ground was well endorsed last night. Some campers have obviously been here before, or are long-time campers and utilised their push bikes to conquer the distance between camp and bathroom.  Perhaps they're just well prepared as many grey nomads take everything including the kitchen sink and satellite dish with them as they converse our great country. 
I guess having a means of un-motorised transport to visit the loo means being able to camp a little bit further away from the main camp.
Today, we're off to Thargomindah, about one hundred and forty kilometres away...after we have morning tea at the pub.



Friday, June 27, 2014

Waking Up In Cobar - Going To Bed At Nelia Gaari Station

Last night we cooked a vegetable stew over the gas camping stove. As yet we have not had a chance to light a camp fire.  
Our supply of food includes all sorts of meals...from canned soup, pasta sauces, fresh fruit and vegetables, a variety of grains and cereals, frozen meat, dried pulses, and more.
We're stilled worried about how much of our fresh fruit and vegetables we're going to have to part with so this morning I cooked up some of the granny smith apples and turned them into a yummy apple sauce.  We packed these into small clip lock bags, cooled them down and then popped them into the freezer.  I did pretty much the same with some green beans last night, blanching them, cooling them, popping into clip lock bags and freezing.  I don't want to waste the lovely fresh produce we purchased from the growers' markets before setting off on our trip.
Last night's left overs were also packed into a container, cooled and popped into the freezer for another meal.

I felt like I was back at home, cooking in my kitchen, trying to be thrifty and making the most of our supplies.

It was another cold night last night but what I love most about camping is waking up to a sunrise that is unhampered by architecture, or as in our case at home, the natural geographical landscape of a small valley. 

This morning light was startling, yet soft.



Unfortunately we didn't wake early enough to catch the full impact of sunrise.
The birds are not abundant either, probably because it's too cold and they have more sense then what we do, heading to warmer climates.

All along Andrew has insisted he wants to go to Wilcannia on the way to Broken Hill, but our stop there was brief, we re-fueled, and took the Menindee-Wilcannia Road to Nelia Gaari Station on the Darling River, to see if we could camp there for the night.

The terrain now is flat,


red,



dusty,


and you know you're in the outback when you have to open the gate to reach your destination...


The GPS sent us on a bit of a wild goose chase but...


I remembered...(the Golden Fleece!)...

and we were set straight once more.

Even though the weather looked a little threatening on our drive in


we are now camped on the banks of the mighty Darling River, the entire camp spot to ourselves, fire roaring, stars shining above.



Good night!















Thursday, June 26, 2014

Cobar

We were woken by the first flight (small aircraft) of the morning at the local airport.  Other than that, just the usual squawking of a over-sized flock of cockatoos as the sun was rising to a cold dewy day.
During last night's dinner and this morning's breakfast we shared the kitchen with a couple from Hobart, another from Launceston and a farming Victorian family.

It is customary to share ‘travelling’ stories with others as we congregate in holiday parks or camp sites across the country.  The couple from Hobart were killing time before boarding the ferry across the strait to Tasmania, they were travelling in a small sedan and camping along the way.  In their sixties, I though they were very adventurous, until they told us that they have done camping trips for up to seven weeks travelling on the back of a motor bike!
 The family from Victoria are on school holidays and the mother seemed to contain all the excitement not only for herself but for the entire family. She chatted endlessly about everything from work, to Dream Pots, to camper trailers, school, etc, etc.  Co-incidentally, both her and I before leaving home, had prepared a meal, frozen it, and served it up for dinner last night.The two meals, while still frozen, looked identical!
In the camp kitchen, Thursday morning and we meet the Hobart couple again, they are late rising and they have pitched their little dome tent on the grass just outside the camp kitchen.  We have a quick catch up on the weather, sleeping conditions and we’re off to pack up our tent, only to stop once more to chat to a couple who have just packed up their pop-top caravan.  
With them, we discuss the pros and cons of over-sized caravans, big-rigs, buses, camper vans, etc, etc.  At times such is the life of the self contained traveller.

Finally we’re on the road again, filling up with fuel and leaving Dubbo without any sight seeing…in the plan of things, Dubbo is, on this trip, simply an overnight stop. We have visited Dubbo on other occasions, mainly to spend time at the Dubbo Western Plains Zoo.  But not today.
Our plan is to have our next overnight stop in Cobar.   As we drive toward the town, we don’t really know what to expect in Cobar.  It is a mining town and in my opinion there are two types of mining towns in Australia.  The first would be grand towns, with historic buildings, well preserved, a reminder of the wealth and prosperity the town has produced or the second; weary, down trodden, hard working, persevering.  A town which once produced a wealth of precious or valuable metal but has run out of steam and will not give up. (Perhaps there is a third; the derelict town, no longer producing anything but still contains a few hangers-on, usually of the historical or artistic, or alternative kind.)
I was not sure which of the first two Cobar would be.  Our eldest travels to Cobar occasionally, as part of his work in the mining industry.  But of course Cobar is the ‘town-he-travels-to’, to arrive at the mine at the end of his journey, which is more than likely many kilometres away.

Nyngan was our morning tea stop. Morning tea consisted of fruit, buttered Dutch honey cake and tea (from our providore/pantry-in-the-back-of-the-ute).
I visited one of the local churches’ op-shops and picked up a jar of choko chutney (yet to be tested) for three dollars and four pure linen handkerchiefs (at fifty cents each – a bargain). 
The town is quite small and we did a quick whip around of the shops after our morning tea break.
There is an interesting mixture of buildings in Nyngan.


The Commonwealth Bank is an art deco style building.


The Beancounters House was once a bank and is now a cafe and accommodation.


The aging Chemist and Druggist store today houses a hair dresser and the Bogan Lollyshop.
Where else in the Outback can you get a sugar rush but at the Bogan Lollyshop?  And don't forget the Bogan Fudge! (Please note, the shop is named after the shire it is within, that is, the Bogan Shire.  Bogan Shire is on the banks of  the Bogan River.)


Nothing beats a helicopter in the middle of town, not far from the Nyngan Railway Station (now a museum).


Not far into our trip we realised that eventually we will have to go through a fruit-fly exclusion zone and all the fruit and vegetables we are carrying will either have to be consumed, given away or thrown into the bin at the approach to the zone. So we have been trying to use up as much of our stash as possible.

Each day we allocate four pieces of fruit each, usually to be eaten while we drive. This has done little so far to reduce or supply.

So when we arrived in Cobar we prepared a big bowl of salad, added a little ham and cheese and sat in the park across for the Great  Cobar Heritage Centre to eat our lunch.


The entrance to Cobar is grand, and showy.  Approaching from the east, The Cobar Mine sits at the entrance of the town, followed by the Heritage Centre (now a museum and tourist information centre).


I thought it was a little reminiscent of Mount Isa, except in Cobar, the mine is on the outskirts of town, not in the middle of it.

 Across the road from this, on display, is the paraphernalia of a proud mining town’s past.








Both Andrew and I were pleasantly surprised by Cobar.

We found it to be a refreshingly proud but quaint in an unusual way.

The locals were friendly and polite.

I found the yummiest patchwork shop where I purchased some fabric for an upcoming birth in the family (a little girl after five boys kind of birth) so I'm going to keep the purchase I made there secret.

I also bought a little pre-cut pack as a gift to give our quilting friend (when we arrive) in Ninji towards the end of our trip.

The quilt shop, unsurprisingly, is called Cobar Quilt Shop.


We found a wonderful tea room called Country Simplicity Tea Room which is also an overflowing gift shop and Australian gourmet food stockist.

I came away with a bag full of gifts and goodies after we'd had a most elegant afternoon tea (well coffee for Andrew).  A gluten free selection of cakes was on offer too...even better.







The best, though was that we heard a whisper about a great free camp spot, called The Newey Reserve.
Before setting up our camp for the night we had a look at the open cut mine from the Fort Hill Lookout...


...took a photograph of a rather impressive hotel...


...and made our way to our camp.

 There we found electric barbeques, a toilet block and a tranquil outlook over the water.

We watched the light fade over the water.





I just love how the sky turns pink at sunset.