It’s just as well I write this each day because it’s difficult now to remember the order of places and the campsites we’ve had. Now we’re setup in Forsayth I think, “What was the last campsite like?” then I remember we backed onto the Golf Course and were parked next to a group of Dongas or container accommodation. Tonight’s is very different, we’re in a corner spot with only five other caravans in the enclave and plenty of space between each of us.
The road to Forsayth was again a mixture of bitumen and gravel sections, we travel more slowly with the tyres deflated to avoid punctures from rocks. We passed some areas which had enormous boulders balanced atop other boulders but getting a photo was difficult because there was nowhere to pull off the road. I had to employ dirty looks to halt the flow of “Posh Edinburgh” coming from the Prado Pilot!
Forsayth is much smaller than Georgetown but everything is open, the store, pub and service station are all connected. We had lunch at the pub, I had a delicious naked Corned Beef and Salad Wrap ie everything except the Wrap. In the pub was a small display of stunning Agates and around the wall photos telling the history of the pub.
There are some interesting old buildings around the town including the Stationmaster’s house, the Police house, Police cells and the Railway Station. A walk takes you past them and there are information boards along the way.
We walked around the Caschafor Park which had some railway paraphernalia but also carvings in some of the trees. The name Caschafor comes from a combination of three towns in the area, Castleton (formerly O’Donahughes), Charleston (formerly Finnegan’s Camp) and Forsayth ( formerly Charleston) and the Park is a place for community events.
Out of town on Jenkin’s Creek Station is the old Charleston Cemetery, the most recent person buried there was someone who enjoyed fossicking in the area and wanted to be buried with other miners and prospectors.
The river was a real surprise.
A couple of plants that caught my eye today were a beautiful Frangipani and a tree with some very interesting bark.
Tomorrow we move on to a very tiny “town” Einasleigh with only 23 residents, I suspect the number of people in town doubles during the tourist season. We’ve booked in for 2 nights because we could but might be ready to move on after one.