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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.

Day 35 Croydon

Yesterday I drank 2 small bottles of Dare Mocha and last night I couldn’t get to sleep for hours. At one stage Alex suddenly announced, “I’m off to the Ablutions”. Wide awake, I said, “It’s NOT morning!” He checked his watch and decided it wasn’t 6:10 after all but 2:30 so probably a little early yet to be going for a shower.

Today we’ve been to the Information Centre where they have an excellent display of old buildings and train paraphernalia, there are a couple of old trains they intend to restore and judging by the state of them it will take a long time. There are also sculptures and other interesting items in the area near the Information Centre.

The Iguana Consuls Mining Museum…

The wetlands out by the cemetery which was a big disappointment. The only birds that were close enough to identify were some Grebes.

The heritage precinct….. in the old Courthouse we were able to listen to a reenactment of a real trial held there and also found the chips in the witness box mentioned in yesterday’s post.

…and back to Lake Belmore to cool our feet and let Fergus have a swim, he declined, maybe he’d read the warning about crocs. We expected a lot of people to be at the lake since it’s Saturday but there were only a few campers like ourselves. You can’t camp at the Lake though. The town has certainly done a brilliant job in presenting its past with excellent restorations but even newly constructed toilet blocks etc are made of old materials and blend in perfectly with the heritage buildings.