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Archive for July 17, 2022

Day 11 Charleville to Barcaldine

I think we must be getting closer to our destination, last night was much milder and today was 23 deg. YES!!!!!

Driving from Charleville the road was busy with caravanners but the roads are all sealed and we keep our pace steady so there were no problems. We saw a few Emus and later some Brolgas but stopping for photos was far too difficult. Our first stop was at Tambo where a lady was busily hosing out the toilets, she said she’d had no chance to do it for days because there’s been so many tourists coming through. If we’d been there for a night I would definitely have gone to see the Chook Races at the Royal Carrangarra Hotel. We tried to buy a snack but everything except the pubs was shut, the IGA would normally have been open but must have heard we were coming so was waiting until the afternoon to open up.

Our next stop was Blackall where we managed to miss the Black Stump the first time around. It was a survey point back in the 1800s and everything west of there was “Beyond the Black Stump”. There is also a statue of Jacky Howe who holds the record for 321 sheep shorn in a day with hand shears. He cut the sleeves off his shirt to give himself more freedom of movement but now a blue singlet is called a “Jacky Howe”.

The entrance signs to the town were lovely.

Out on the road again we saw some impressive Bottle Trees, they look to me to be different from Boabs but maybe they are the same species. Coming across “Children Crossing” signs in the middle of nowhere always brings home the isolation some children live in though the ones who catch a bus each day near these signs get to mingle with others at school every day.

Our campsite for the night is at the back of an Ampol Service Station in Barcaldine at a rather nondescript park. Alex was hanging out for something from the Bakery but we had to settle for “greasy spoon tucker” from the Mobil Servo. We’ve reacquainted ourselves with the Shearers strike, thirteen shearers were jailed with three years hard labour for fighting for better conditions. The original Tree of Knowledge, was the site of actions credited with being the start of the Labor Party.

Every evening the Tree of Knowledge is lit and the lighting makes the ends of the shafts look like leaves.

Goodnight from The Tree of Knowledge. Barcaldine.

Day 10 – Cunnamulla to Charleville

I’m not sure but maybe the night’s Country and Western Rave somewhere in the town stopping at 6am stirred us to action, that means I snuggle down further in the bed and the manservant gets up and puts on the heater etc.

My procedure for starting the day on cold mornings.

1. Grab jacket strategically placed beside me the night before and put it on

2. Quickly remove fluoro orange beanie

3. Slam on hair-hiding/non-attention grabbing Beanie

4. Shuffle to the end of the bed and drape legs over

5. Grab tracksuit pants and put on over nightwear

6. Instruct manservant to remove Shaun the Sheep socks

7. Instruct manservant to quickly slide on Ugg Boots

8. Move as quickly as decorum allows to Amenities Block

9. Return to Camper and wait for manservant to bring Hot Chocolate and a Muesli Bar.

Our campsite was almost completely packed up before Fergus was persuaded to leave his sanctuary.

I was able to pack away my heavy hiking boots and wear my resuscitated sneakers. 🙂

As we left Cunnamulla on our way to Charleville we passed some Polo players out training, I guess they were up in the cold too.

Nothing eventful happened on the way to our camping spot for the night at the Red Lizard Caravan Park, 6 kms south of Charleville. It’s a great little park, a separated section of a working Station. There are old Station bits and pieces decorating the Park and even a small plant Nursery. A clever idea was using an old Twin Tub washing machine spinner drum as a Fire Pit.


The amenities have been built and decorated very attractively.


We went into Charleville hoping to get something nice to eat but we’d left it too late, I haven’t yet processed that the country towns shut up shop at 12:30 on Saturday. In fact some shops seem to close when the mood takes them, the IGA was open so we were able to get some Iced Coffees which we took back to camp.

The man servant is certainly not getting any days off courtesy of bought meals.

Only intermittent phone coverage here and no internet so this will be a late post.