20190831 Qld Cunnamulla to Bollon

20190831 As we prepare to leave locking all the cupboard and packing items away when I looked up there was Dick driving out with not so much as a goodbye, now that’s bizarre, but then again that’s Dick.


OMG I can’t believe I managed to capture a fly by shoot of five Brolgas together, how cool is that.

We arrived at Cunnamulla to the street markets and a festival on at the show grounds and was greeted with the horse and carriage monopolising the streets.

This old relic belonged to an old timber cutter from the 1950s, his main job in the forestry was cutting sleepers, gaining experience adzing hogback sleepers in the local railway yard all for £3/7 shillings per hundred, that’s what I call hard labour.

We camped in the truck stop and watched the truckies, one after the other stopping to check their load and ensuring the cattle are safe before heading to their destination and there's some really spiffy trucks.


And then there’s these guys carrying the oversized to the mines at the cape and they have no choose but to spend the night and rest up for there early morning departure with police escort all the way.







There’re way too many trucks to stay here the night so we packed up and headed up the road to a rifle range and as luck has it, we found power so I could blog my heart out.

01-09-2019 It's better not to over stay our welcome so we head back to the truck stop for breaky and a shower at the truck stop before heading to Bollon.

Nothing but miles of wide-open space and this road is bloody rough, or it’s the 95 pound pressure in these old tyres making it rough.
We’ve noticed boxes like these along the way that as you pass make a whistle sound, but we have no idea why.

We arrived at Bollon and Des said we’ve been here, we camped at Wallam Creek free camp and you got drunk and abused me, arr ya, I remember, but we stayed anyway and camped behind the pub for $10 with power and the meals were worth a stop.

Over the past week there have been nothing but vans, camper trailers and anything to do with camping driving through on their way to the Birdsville Races, some stopping for a bit to eat then off they go tackling the night roads where the Roo’s can jump out at any time, they’re a lot braver than us, we like to be camped up no later than 3pm and that's late for us.

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