TRILBY TO HILLSTON TO DENILIQUIN

We left Trilby and travelled nearly 400kms, in red bulldust again, until we arrived at a very small town, having a much welcome caravan park. The temperatures are cooler still and we have jumpers on for the first time since leaving central NSW on the way up.

On the road again the next day, finding the distances between towns much smaller than in Queensland. Another 100kms on red dust, where I photographed an oncoming road train, although the photo doesn’t really represent the foreboding giant approaching and the overpowering dust that follows.

Happily, the next 350kms or so were on bitumen – I think we are both thoroughly over red dust roads. Our supposedly “dust proof” caravan is covered in red dust internally and we are leaving every skerrick there to show the dealer, who will have his work cut out to make sure the caravan lives up to its guarantee of being dustproof! We take it back next Monday, on our way home.

Our destination today was Echuca, but we saw a sign to Four Post Camp, just south of Deniliquin. Advertised as being on the Edward River, we thought it was worth a look. It turned out to be a great diversion, although the river is a shadow of its former self. We found out that the Edward River is an anabranch of the mighty Murray River, and when it’s in flood, it actually carries more water than the Murray!

Fires are allowed here and we had the caretakers and two other campers as company. The caretakers are volunteers here, and the whole camp was originally set up as a recreational site for children. Schools, aboriginal groups, children with special needs are a few of the beneficiaries, and the camp is open to groups for conferences, as well as people like us – just needing a powered site for a couple of nights. It’s like a massive Mahaika (?), with a children’s activity area, a large hall, a new bunk house, with very good accommodation, BBQs, etc. Funding has come from the Federal Government, as well as the local Lions and Apex Clubs.

DID YOU KNOW!!

We have just clocked up 10,000kms, at a cost of $2,000 for fuel.

Broken Hill has more trucks and sets of traffic lights underground on mining roads than it does on the surface.

Broken Hill is also further from its own state capital Sydney, than Melbourne or Adelaide.

Hillston, Willandra and the surrounding region contain a system of Pleistocene lakes, formed over the last two million years. Ancient fossils, burial and cremation sites have been discovered in Willandra Lakes, dating back 40,000 years.

Tibooburra is bordered by the Sturt National Park, named after explorer Charles Sturt, who passed through the area as he searched for an inland sea in 1884-85.

It is claimed the cash flow at Lightning Ridge’s Commonwealth Bank is the largest in Australia.

Wentworth’s prime position at the meeting place of the Murray and Darling Rivers saw it short listed to become Australia’s capital.

Sturt described the point at which Wentworth now lays as the ‘confluence’ – the merging of two streams.

Did you also know that this is our last blog (sob, sob), as tomorrow we go to Kyneton, meet up with Barry and Cas, have lunch on Sunday in Woodend and see Samantha’s new house, then the dealer on Monday and HOME. Look forward to catching up with you all!!

Thank you for reading – hope there haven’t been too many mistakes!!!

TRIBLY STATION

For the next two nights, we are staying on a 200,000 acre sheep station (with a recent additional purchase of land), 132kms out of Bourke, on the Darling River. Our campsite is on the river bank, but we can’t see the trickle of the Darling, unless we stand on the edge of at least a 30 metre high bank.

We were greeted by a large flock of red-tailed cockatoos and some beautiful parrots (yet to find out what they are).

The owners, Gary & Liz Murray, are fifth generation “Murrays”. The first generation settled here in 1860. Initially, Trilby was part of Dunlop Station, which was the first station to introduce mechanical shearing and despite a shearer’s strike and protest, ended up shearing 276,300 sheep in 1894, 235,000 in 1895, and from 1900-1910 there was never more than 100,000 shorn, because of drought (90,000 died in 1896). In the early 1950s, Dunlop was divided 5 different ways – all to the Murray children, except one – a woman, who was married! Today, on Trilby, they only manage to run 6,000 sheep, all hand fed at the moment! Gary has to regularly check the entire property, making sure all troughs have water, which takes 11 hours by vehicle, but if he flies (they have two planes and a helicopter!), it’s only one and a half hours.

There is a schoolhouse on the property, which their ten year old son attends with his governess, using School of the Air, now with satellite coverage, meaning Wil can see his teacher. On arrival we were loaned two bound books, one with a complete history of their family, the property, lifestyle etc. and the other contained mud maps of trips over their property.

In the afternoon of Day one we did Mud Map 1, taking us to the Old Dunlop Farm, where the remains of their first steam engine (which was used to drive a thrashing machine or chaff cutter), and many demolished buildings – deliberately dismantled so the material could be used to build the shearer’s shed, garage and old shearer’s huts at Trilby.

Day 2

Very cold this morning (10 degrees), so Russ lit a fire and we had jaffles. (We are noticing the differences in temperature as we are heading south – from high thirties in Far North Queensland, to thirty in Windorah and Quilpie, to high twenties in Bourke and, after the sun gets over the trees, low twenties here!). A nice warm shower as well, made lunch to take with us and set off on Mud Map 2, a much longer drive.

Just over 50kms in all, on 4WD tracks (mainly for clearance), we saw strong, steel holding yards, different fencing requirements – lighter fencing for the ewes, stronger for the rams (which only have six weeks with the ewes, the rest of the time they try to get out to be with them! They also housed goats, which needed stronger and higher fencing still, but were worth rounding up, because of the export market, where they were trucked to the abattoir, blessed, slaughtered and then exported overseas to mainly SE Asia. Goat is the most universally eaten meat.

Over the trip we were informed about the useful plants for cattle and sheep, the weeds and shrubs that only goats will eat, all the tanks, bores, dams and were given an extremely good insight into the hard work that farmers have to do, all done in such barren conditions.

We came across the old homestead, New Chum House, abandoned in 1965, with everything left “as was”, in case someone needed to shelter from flood, or whatever.

We saw the remains of two cars, once belonging to two fencers, who lived in an old bus, another relic. The roof of the bus is wiped off, as the story goes, because “they loved a drink or two and didn’t judge the bridge”.

As we have passed through these properties from the north, we have often asked “why” and “how” they live where they do and now we know the hard slog people have out here. If it’s not a flood, then its years of drought. Speaking to Liz, who’s been here for more than 26 years, she absolutely loves her life and the property, despite being hemmed in for 3 months due to flood.

We have collected a ram’s scull, as well has some goat’s horns, for Rhys and Heath to take to school for “show and tell”

Begrudgingly left Currawinya, on what we thought would be a romp in to the next stop – only 290kms. Started off at 8.10am, and traversed possibly the worst road to date! Approximately 240kms of bulldust, corrugations etc. etc. – heard it all before? The bush was interesting, quite a lot more vegetation, healthy looking trees and shrubs, but so much concentration on the road prevents enjoyment of the surroundings.

Our past memories of Bourke were not the best, as we chose a caravan park in the middle of Bourke, and we were kept awake by dogs, of which we think there must have been four to every one human. This time we chose the Kidman Camp Caravan Park, in North Bourke, and it has green grass, is extremely well designed, with a pool, spa and attractive homestead-looking cabins. Tonight there is a bush poet and a meal for $15 a head. We have seen several bush poets on the way, all have been entertaining.

Day 2

Last night’s bush poet was excellent, definitely the best to date. He was a real actor and although had not written any of the poetry himself, recited The Man From Ironbark and Mulga Bill splendidly. In addition, he cooked sausages, vegetables, spuds, billy tea, then entertained us with more old yarns and poems. He owns Digger, the draft horse, who pulls the wagon that takes people down to the paddle steamer, that tours up and down the beautiful Darling River twice a day. The man driving the wagon in the photo is the poet.

Bourke is proving to be a very interesting place, which we will make sure we come back to. The locals have really thought about tourism and we have been given some very informative newsletters and brochures on what to do and camps to move on to. There are three Stations mentioned that provide camp stays, fishing, etc. so tomorrow we’ll head for one of those.

The photos at the top are of the street party at Quilpie and the lunar eclipse, the same night.