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Day 39 Einasleigh

I got an awful fright last night. When I had Fergus out for his last walkabout before going to bed he chased after something then started shaking his head and batting at his mouth. I got a torch and managed to find what he’d been after, a Cane Toad, I think. I washed his mouth a couple of times but was really worried that he’d ingested some poison and might have fits or something during the night. Maybe I was wrong about it being a Cane Toad but I was very, very relieved to see he was his normal self this morning.

Next to our campsite are hundreds of trays of rock core samples, they were taken when an assessment was being made of two different ore bodies to see if it was going to be viable to process it onsite or truck it to the Mt Garnet plant. The samples were taken from Chloe & Jackson and Kaiser Bill mine sites. I think some of the samples are beautiful. It’s bizarre that Alex is sitting with his phone in the Camper reading a report on the ore bodies based on the data obtained from the very cores stacked beside us. Reading and comprehending are not synonyms!

While it was still cool we went for a walk along Copperfield Gorge which is just east of the Caravan Park ( Google says it’s owned by Consolidated Tin Mines) within easy walking distance. To get the full feeling for the gorge would need at least a camera taking 3D images. The gorge was created by the collapse of a Lava Tube.

After our walk and with the day heating up we needed some refreshment from the Pub. It was quiet and the spotted white dog was sound asleep again, it’s called, “Onion” and when the Pub was sold a couple of years ago and the owners moved to a house further down the road she refused to move. She really is a Pub fixture. The black Kelpie, Jessie, with her classy necklace belonged to the new publicans. We stayed at the Pub long enough for the kitchen to open at 12:00 and shared a bowl of chips.

Back at camp the AC went on but after a while we decided to see what was on “the other side of the railway tracks” so we drove in the cool car across the tracks and down the street. This side seems to have all the community buildings, CFS, Health Clinic, CWA, Police Station (closed), Park and Playground, the Pub, the Coppermine Lodge Caravan Park and down the road a bit the Racecourse. Across the tracks are the few residents’ homes and the Silks Rest Caravan Park. There seems to me something odd about such a tiny place having two Caravan Parks and the relationship between the two. The signs at the town entry points are only for Silks Rest.

Day 38 Forsayth to Einasleigh

We didn’t travel far today, only about 70 kms and the road was the usual mixture. What I didn’t expect though were the hills, I presumed we’d be driving through the same type of countryside as before. Today we passed through dense Eucalypt forest and discovered a free camping place in Wundu Conservation Reserve. No-one was there but it looked a great place to camp as long as you had your own water etc.

I had to delve into my “Apothecary’s Pocket” in the car door to find some “Soov” to put on Midge spots, the little devils make mozzies look like goliaths but they’re the ones that make me itch not mozzie bites.

Einasleigh is a very small place with a big pub and we enjoyed some time there. I risked the hot chips but Alex was able to have an impressive Steak Sandwich. Fergus fraternised with the resident Kelpie resplendent in her chain “collar”. There was also a big spotted white dog sound asleep beside its owner’s car but that didn’t even open an eye as we walked past.

We walked a short way along beside the dry river but it was too hot for us, we plan to walk in the morning when it’s cool. In the afternoon we noticed a familiar rig, it was Peter-the-Fossiker from Gemtree so we enjoyed a chat with him, he’d been looking for agates at Agate Creek, back near Forsyth. He showed me what he’d found which included some very colourful pieces, his wife says if the ferry sinks on the way over to Tasmania it will be because of the weight of his fossicking finds.

Day 37 Georgetown to Forsayth

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.