Wednesday, 11 December 2013

Safari 2013 Summary

Well, here we are, home again after almost four months on the road. We learned much about this land of ours but really only scratched the surface.

By the time we reached the outskirts of Perth, we knew that we did not have the time to do justice to that corner, the south west. So, instead, placed it in the to do box, for another trip, another time. Having travelled some 17,000 kilometres and looking at the image above, it's easy to see how much there is left.

Apart from south west West Australia and the west coast, there's a huge chunk of Queensland and New South Wales left to explore. Then there's South Australia's peninsulas, Yorke, Eyre and Fleurieu and the whole of Tasmania. Plenty enough for several trips!

Some statistics for the trip:
Distance travelled in the Patrol—17,270 kilometres
Fuel purchases—————————3076.76 litres
Total cost of fuel————————5303.56 dollars
Average cost of diesel————— 1.73 dollars
Average fuel consumption——––17.83 litres per 100kms

We spent 87 nights in caravan parks at just over 3,000 dollars, 14 of those when the van was left at Katherine on a powered site because we weren't brave enough to park it off site with the fridge on gas!

To follow our journey from the beginning, start at the bottom of the monthly column on the top right and work upwards, June to December or dive in any month along the way and enjoy.

Round the block in 117 days!

Friday, 25 October 2013

Ceduna to Nyora—1650kms (Day 112 - Day 117)

Day 112—Monday, 14th October (Ceduna to Kimba 318kms)

We set off this morning under a very heavy sky, threatening something we've seen very little of these last months, rain but seriously. The landscape is grain intensive, mostly wheat but with occasional huge slashes of bright yellow canola. We stopped for a wander at the little town of Poochera. Situated on the western side of the Eyre Peninsula, Poochera is a grain belt town of some hundred people. Not much more than a roadhouse and a hotel. There's supposed to be a caravan park but we didn't notice one. What we did find, was an interesting little outdoor museum and information centre. Unfortunately part of the museum was closed and we saw not one of the hundred townsfolk.
One claim to fame, is the finding of a colony of rare Dinosaur Ants, which has apparently attracted world wide interest from entomologists. Not today though, not a soul in sight. After a wander around the information boards, we went back to the van for morning tea.


Ceduna to Kimba


The school was closed in 1976 and the museum was closed today!
A shanty made from empty kero tins, once the home of a local recluse.
By now, the sky had begun to clear and we pressed on across the peninsula to Kyancutta, by which time lunch was on the agenda. Kyancutta sits on the junction of the Eyre Highway which we're following and th C890 which runs south, down the centre of the peninsula to Port Lincoln. But, as earlier, the town, little more than a filling station, boasted a little rest area, set up to honour early residents. There were already a couple of camper trailers pulled in and taking lunch, so we found a spot and did likewise.
We had decided to check out rest area called Darkes Memorial, only another fifty or so kilometres further on, we did and it looked like a good campsite, well screened from the highway. After a look around and a visit to the memorial, we decided to push on. The call of home is now quite strong!


Darke's Memorial
Great view from the rock.
So we carried on to Kimba where there's also an overnight rest area complete with flushing toilet, a useful facility for our age group. However, on arriving and finding the area right in the middle of town, we decided instead on the caravan park. We had noticed the park on the way into town and that it was a Top Tourist park, of which we're members. I got the idea that the roadhouse had no idea when I flashed my membership card!

Top Tourist Park at Kimba!
As we were preparing dinner, a motorhome drew up alongside and spotting our vic number plates, the lady driver came over for a chat. Turns out she was travelling alone because her husband had flown back to Perth to be with an ailing brother. We didn't introduce ourselves which is a pity. Turns out our neighbour has friends in Arawata and knows South Gippsland well. Also, her father was moderator in the Presbyterian Church in the sixties! Would have been nice to know more about our fellow traveller but she turned out to be an early traveller and was gone before we knew it in the morning.

Day 113—Tuesday, 15th October (Kimba to Bolivar (Adelaide) 460kms)

Kimba to Bolivar




We had our usual unhurried start, getting on the road just after 9.15am, heading east towards Port Augusta. We travelled through more grain paddocks for a while then soon moved into saltbush country. More mining obvious at Iron Knob in really stony country. It was interesting, listening to ABC radio as we by-passed this town, to hear a film maker being interviewed about a film she'd just made at Iron Knob and which had just had a viewing at a short film festival in Adelaide. By the sound of things, we didn't miss anything in the by-pass.
In Port Augusta, we only stopped long enough to fuel up, including the LPG tank, first time since Barkly Homestead, where at $1.38 we had decided that the higher cost made the fuel savings doubtful. Mind you, we'd paid $1.45 at Camoweel! I think I said something of this at the time, so I won't dwell on it now.
At Port Augusta, we decided to head on southwards towards Adelaide, because we've previously been through both Burra and Peterborough. With after sight, that was a mistake given the climb out of Adelaide over Mt Lofty.
Carrying on though we kept looking for a stop for lunch and ended up keeping on keeping on. We thought a beachside stop at Middle Beach might be nice but the badly corrugated road from the highway to the beach soon changed our mind. It was getting quite late now and we tried another park on the highway, Virginia Gardens but it was not really a travellers park, in fact I didn't see anything but permanents. That's why it's called a residential park!!
Another five kilometres down the highway we came across the Highway One Caravan Park and they were able to offer us a drive through that didn't need us to unhitch. This turned out to be a very big park, with over eighty cabins and about hundred site powered and unpowered. Situated on the Port Wakfield Road, only about twenty minutes from Adelaide. We were very comfortable.
Drive through at Highway One
Day 114—Wednesday, 16th October (Bolivar to Naracoorte 362kms)

Bolivar to Naracoorte



The Highway One park exits straight onto the forecourt of a major Caltex roadhouse service station, so that was our first stop. Filling up with two different fuels can be tricky in some service stations, especially with a big van on tow. This one did have diesel and gas in the same lane but the unleaded pump was being serviced so the lane was blocked off. Another issue with forecourt design and the van occurs when the lanes all point to the shop, meaning a very tight turn out of the lane to exit. Usually this is solved by using the outside lanes, one of which was blocked as mentioned above. That left the other outside lane for us, which was fine except only diesel was available. After filling and going inside to pay the bill, I mentioned this to the attendant and very helpfully he suggested I reverse out of the lane and pull into another which had LPG available. The station was very quiet and I was able to get away with the manoeuvre. At Port Augusta, I'd managed the lane change by exiting and driving round the block to enter the gas lane. You have to keep the 20% diesel saving in mind to put up with all that! Anyway we got filled and were off.
Today, was to be our day of reckoning for the earlier decision to take the Adelaide route rather than Burra as mentioned earlier. Of course, before that, we had to negotiate the traffic of the outer suburbs of Adelaide, all of which were two or three lane double highway. This is where a rear view camera really helps and we negotiated this section without any drama at all.


The twin portals of the Heysen Tunnels
After passing through Glen Osmond, a ten kilometre climb brings you to the twin tunnels, which are named after Sir Hans Heysen. Along the way, names like Glen Osmond, Eagle on the Hill and Devil's Elbow are a bit intimidating. The tunnels western entrance are at 390m and the climb continues, exiting at 420m. So, you climb another 500m in the tunnel, which actually takes you through Eagle on the Hill, part of the Mt Lofty Ranges. The climb continues and by the time the Crafers Interchange at Mt Lofty is reached, we were 565m above sea level. Quite a climb which the Patrol managed well but slowly.
From here, the South Eastern Freeway continues, some fifty kilometres to Murray Bridge. The freeway now drops gradually, in some places quite undulating until at the river crossing, almost sea level. After all that stress, we stopped at a rest area between Murray Bridge and Tailem Bend for a well deserved cup of tea. All Helen could say was "it was a nice drive"!
Just beyond Tailem Bend the Malle Highway branches off towards Pinaroo but we stuck with the Princes Highway heading for Naracoorte. In the meantime, we paused at Keith for a quick visit to IGA and lunch in the park.
When we arrived at Naracoorte, we soon found the Caravan Park and took a powered site for the night and again managed to find a corner site where we didn't have to unhitch.

A nice big corner site, no need to un-hitch
Interesting company at Naracoorte Holiday Park
Day 115—Thursday, 17th October (Naracoorte to Harrow 274kms)

Naracoorte to Harrow




We woke to showers and windy gusts and a sense that we must be nearly home because we'd been hearing about Nyora weather for a week now. No turning back now though, just have to grin and bare it!
First up this morning, a visit into Naracoorte for a wander around the shopping centre and a visit to the Information Centre. We found a park for car and van opposite the pub and from our observations, caravan parkings are few and far between in Naracoorte. We had our wander, Helen finding some postcards in the news agency and me finding a newly released book on the Sydney Swans—The Rise of the Swans, a Decade of Success, 2003 to 2012. Well I bought it for Helen, didn't I?
It turned out that the Information Centre was a little way out of the retail area and included a museum. So back to the van and off back out the road to the quite easy to find Information Centre and Museum, complete with caravan parking but only for one, maybe two at a squeeze. The parking was off the highway but a nasty U-turn to get back out onto the highway was not noticeable until it was too late. We're good at nasty U-turns though.
We forgot all about U-turns after five minutes in the Sheeps Back Museum. Housed in an old three storey mill, built in 1860 the museum shows life as it was for the sheep breeders in the region. One mind blowing exhibit details a robotic shearing machine that does everything from imobilising the sheep to sorting the fleece. A must see attraction in this picturesque little town.
Next year, the Australian Caravan Club's annual muster is to be held at Lucendale, hosted by the South Australian branch. This is about 45kms west of Naracoorte, so being so close, we decided to check it out.
We were impressed by the tidy little town, which will host our national muster next year on the showgrounds caravan park and from our short time in the area, we're sure that there will be plenty of attractions for the club members.
A backtrack through Naracoorte and we soon crossed into Victoria heading towards Edenhope, where we left the Wimmera Highway. About thirty kilometres later on the C208 we arrived at Harrow, where we obtained the keys for the facilities at the town's camp ground at the cafe. Here we were told about the pub's $10.00 schnitzel night, so we soon got settled at the campground and went back into town for dinner. Not a bad meal for ten bucks, huge schnitzel, chicken or beef, with chips and salad and a beer or glass of wine.


Camping Ground at Harrow
Glenelg River
Day 116—Friday, 18th October (Harrow to Ballarat 257kms)
Harrow to Ballarat


We're beginning to feel the difference in the weather now, it was definitely cool this morning. We were not alone in the campground, having the company of a bloke, who looked like he was a trade doing some work in the town or nearby. No bother, he must work long hours, getting back to his van, a little Avan popper, as we were leaving for the pub last night and was gone before we got out of bed this  morning. Maybe he's acclimatised!
The town sits on the Glenelg River and the campground consists of two power outlet posts and a locked amenities block. All this squeezed in between the river and the footy oval. Heln went for a walk while I fussed with the hitching and reported plenty of birdlife, including Swamp Hens, Crested Cockatoos, Kookaburras and Wattlebirds. There was a nervous little wallaby too, who came quite close but didn't like the look of us a bounded off into the bush.
Harrow is famous, as the home of the first Aboriginal cricket team which toured England in 1869. So of course, there's the mandatory museum. The museum, is a mixture of cricket and war memorabilia. We sat down and watched an interesting short film on the tour. There's also a substantial Bradman exhibit, featuring more than fifty pieces, ranging from bats to books and photographs.
On the road again, we crossed the Glenelg and headed for Ballarat. The difference in the landscape has been obvious for the last couple of days but here in Victoria the word that comes to mind is, lush greenery!


Lush greenery and avenues of Gum Trees
There's still plenty of grain, wheat, oats and the dazzling yellow of canola but the sheep and fat lambs tell the stoty of plenty of feed without wandering dozens of miles to get it.
We stopped in Balmoral by the bowling green for morning tea then pushed on to Lake Bolac, where we had lunch down by the lakeside. Lake Bolac, looked worthy of a longer stay and has two camp areas plus a caravan park. Fishing would be the attraction or just sit back and watch the Pelicans sailing by.


Watching the Pelicans sail by on Lake Bolac.
After lunch, we were off again and arrived in Ballarat and the Eureka Holiday Park. The ACC Gippsland Gypsies will hold their final muster for the year at this park, next month. The meeting which includes the branch AGM is usually well attended so we thought we'd check it out. We needed a site anyway.
As it turned out, some twenty vans will be here and we had some reservations about being able to hold our AGM in the games room. Also, we noted that the sites are quite small and difficult to get into. In fairness, part of the park had been roped off and the sites top-dressed. We were able to select our site for the muster so that was a bonus.


Tight sites at Ballarat

Day 117—Saturday, 19th October (Ballarat to Nyora 215kms)

Ballarat to Nyora, Home Sweet Home


Today's our last day on the road and we set off down the highway in expectation. The drive from Ballarat is an eay one, with just a couple of hills to climb but with a good clear approach to keep the revs up and all freeway until Pakenham. We stopped at the Service Centre at Deer Park for a rest and morning tea, before tackling the Westgate Bridge and the Monash Freeway. In the end, the traffic on both was light and we were soon through to the eastern suburbs, It helps, being familiar with the area, being able to pick the correct lane and not have to make a lane change. I no time, we were exiting the Freeway at Pakenham, through Koo-Wee-Rup and down the Gippsland Highway to Nyora, arriving home about 1.00pm.

Wednesday, 16 October 2013

The Nullarbor Crossing (Day 106 - Day 111)


Day 106—Tuesday, 8th October (Norseman to Woorlbra Rest Area 245kms)
Before leaving the park, we had our empty gas bottle re-filled for a mere $36.00. Its surprising that in an area where you can pay $1.25 plus per litre at the pump, a nine litre tank costs no more than in Korumburra. We later filled up our diesel, at the BP Roadhouse at $1.64 per litre, which I suspect is not that bad when compared to the same Korumburra but LPG was out of the question. As I was paying for the gas, the manager enquired about our water supply, suggesting we top up as there’s no water on the highway now until Penong, something like 1100 kilometres away. So we did, pinching about fifty litres of the precious stuff. We were impressed with this show of concern, especially as I’d been thinking of topping up anyway!
Eventually, leaving the park, we found a parking spot down the street and went for a stroll to check out the tin camels and say g’day to Hardy Norseman. The legend says that Hardy Norseman went lame one morning and on inspection, a gold nugget was found wedged in a shoe. And that started it all. I swear, it’s in the brochure!
The main intersection in Norseman, more tin art!
Same intersection,Council Chambers with rose garden!
Hardy Norseman
Although Norseman, the town, is promoted as the gateway to the Nullarbor, the Nullarbor Plain, the real Nullarbor is still a thousand kilometres away. The treeless Nullarbor Plain is signposted just before the Nullarbor Roadhouse and we reckon on maybe two more sleeps before arriving there!
Still at, or about the three hundred metre mark and climbing to just over four hundred as we passed through Fraser Range, then sliding back down to the three hundred mark.
An early look at the Eyre Highway
The landscape is very undulating and bush like woodlands, eucalypts still in view a great mixture of salt bush and blue bush, typical of what we saw yesterday out at Lake Cowan. And the salt pans were almost always in sight somewhere. Lots of Gazanias and the yellow everlasting daisies. Large areas of burnt out scrub were just at the re-generating stage. One section of roadway was marked as a RFDS emergency airstrip and the verges had been considerably widened and a large cleared area at one end, which we assumed was the patient transfer area. All this just before Balladonia and followed then by the 90 mile straight, the longest stretch of straight road in Australia.
Approaching the end of the RFDS "airstrip" with it's widened verges
Last bend for a while
That will keep for the morning, our campsite for tonight, about ten kilometres into the straight Our first stop on the Nullabor is another quite large area complete with toilet but as above, no water. We arrived about 1.30pm and found only a couple of outfits already camped but as mentioned, this is a big site and once we’d found a spot, the others were out of sight. It didn’t stay that way for long though and well before dinner, there were maybe twenty or thirty more, including one almost on our doorstep!  Didn’t matter, we enjoyed a nice quiet evening.
A nice quiet camp for our first night on the Nullarbor
Strangely, although there were no other services, we had full Telstra 3G. Maybe because of the nearby RFDS airstrip. We heard later that another lamb was born at Nyora Downs! So no radio or telly but we had the internet.


Day 107—Wednesday, 9th October (Woorlbra RA to Moodini Bluff 317kms)

More of the same and more to come as we amble along the Eyre Highway towards the border at Eucla. Just drive and watch the scenery pass by. As an added inducement to sleep, the 90 mile straight had to be negotiated. The Caiguna Roadhouse marks the eastern end of the straight and soon after passing that point, a sign advising advancing clocks by 45 minutes to central western time!  Never heard of this time zone and it turns out to be an unofficial zone, half way between WA time and SA time. I suppose with the distances involved, it reduces the shock when arriving at the SA border, when another gentle 45 minutes adjustment is required, instead of an hour and half. At the end of the 90 mile straight is the Caiguna Roadhouse but it was too early for us to stop other than for a quick snap or two.




Seventy kilometres further on though, we did stop at Cocklebiddy for a cuppa and fuel at a not unreasonable $1.98 per litre. There’s no way you can dodge the cost of fuel here, we’re now 445kms from our last fill at Norseman and over a hundred to go to Madura, the next available fuel! The Patrol tanks hold 120 litres and at a conservative allowance of 20 per hundred, towing 2.5 tons of caravan, should have a range of 600 kilometres but who wants to take it that close? You see vehicles with fuel jerry's on the rear bumper and wonder how much difference would a few litres make over such a long distance. We might never make this  trip again, so fill up and pay up and enjoy the scenery.

So, not long afterwards, we passed through Mundura and soon reach our campsite for night number two on the Nullarbor, Moodini Bluff. Just in time for a late lunch. Moodini Bluff rest area is another designated 24hr stop. I don’t know what the difference is, there are dozens along the highway, that are not so designated, perhaps the toilet block?

The bluff rises above the highway, no more than sixty or seventy metres high and perhaps a kilometre or two north of the highway in places. It's been following us since Manduri and I think it's known as Mandura Pass where the highway drops to almost sea level. Here at Moodini, it's very close, looming over the  area and can be accessed by energetic  people, who enjoy rock climbing.
This is another very large area, with a wide open section around the toilet block but lots of little tracks snaking off into the bush, leading to more secluded sites. So, you can be as close to or as far from the road noise of the highway as you care to. Of course the further back you go, the longer your trek to the loo! Well we did enjoy another quiet night.


Moodini Bluff
Day 108—Thursday, 10th October (Moodini Bluff to Eucla 158kms)
As mentioned, the bluff on our left has been tracking along the highway, keeping us company since Madura, four hundred kilometres past. Now the highway climbs up through the Eucla Pass to the top of the bluff and just at the crest, is the entrance to Eucla. Just a roadhouse and a well situated motel and the Caravan Park. We thought we’d splash out and pay for a powered site but as mentioned earlier, there's no water. Hot showers are available at the amenities block, $1.00 per five minutes.
You could say the middle of nowhere

Being at the top of the bluff, a great ocean view is available after just a short walk through the park, with the ocean about a kilometre away and the air strip a bit nearer. Also, we mistakenly assumed that the quarantine post was just twelve kilometres away at the border, so we intended making sure we’d either eaten or cooked up all our fruit and veggies. In reality, the check only affects westbound into WA. The SA check is 500 kilometres away at Ceduna. Now as I write this, I recall being told that by a fellow traveller as far back as Katherine. My excuse? That was a very long time ago!.


The view from Eucla Caravan Park
Eucla is the site of one of the early telegraph stations and the ruins still sit on the beach not far from the park, so we decided to go and explore. Not much to tell, except that those must have been very difficult, hard times. A small one roomed museum at the motel told some interesting tales.
The Old Telegraph Station ruins
circa 1877
Day 109—Friday, 11th October (Eucla CP to Peg 222 Rest Area 259kms)

Camped only twelve kilometres from the WA/SA border, we soon found ourselves winding the clocks forward but not the fortyfive minutes as suggested earlier but one hour and fortyfive, due to the introduction of daylight saving last week. WA does not have daylight savings. So basically today is just another drive but now, we’re driving along the top of the bluff, the one we’ve followed since Madura and climbed yesterday at Eucla.
The first available fuel on the SA side is at the Nullarbor Roadhouse and here we pulled up to the pump and filled up. Getting to the pump was a bit of a bun fight due to one lane being occupied by a tanker delivering fuel. Another issue was that vehicles were approaching from either direction. We ended up doing a big U-turn and all ended well. After all that effort, we decided to buy lunch at the roadhouse, bacon and egg roll for me and toasted ham sandwich for Helen.
A borrowed image, we couldn't take photos because of the roadtrain tanker.
The roadhouse is only fifteen kilometres from the turn off to Head of the Bight and they run whale watching flights so we asked about any sightings lately only to be told the whales were all gone, the last sighting nearly a week ago! However, we may never come this way again so at least we should make the effort. As well as the fifteen kilometres there's another ten to the Whale Watching Centre, where they collect your entry fee.
A short walk down the boardwalk then a choice of walking east or west. All up, about 1500 metres of boardwalk with storeyboards telling the story of the whales and their migration from the far south, to mate and birth. At one point, we thought we spotted a fin slap the water, making a huge splash but watching closly for another fifteen minutes brought no more splashes. Later we saw a seal playing in the water and while disappointed that we didn't see any whales, we came away at peace, having enjoyed our walk and the stunning views. Really pleased we made that turn off.
Looking to the west.
Wave erosion.
The rest of the day was all downhill. We had studied the Camps Australia and decided our camp tonight would be at Peg 222 Rest Area. Big mistake, we soon found out. As soon as stepping out of the Patrol, squadrons of March Flies zeroed in. very excitedly buzzing around and dive bombing, so we made a dash for the van and stayed there. Because of the time spent at Head of the Bight, it was now a bit late and we weren't sure where the next stop would be, so we stayed put, hoping they'd be gone by morning. The only thing remarkable about the stop was our current speedo reading at peg 222. Talk about all the two's!
All the two's at peg 222!
Day 110—Saturday, 12th October (Peg 222 Rest Area to Ceduna 261kms)

We had the company of a small motorhome for the evening, not that we were paying any visits, the March Flies put paid to that. So at least we got another really quiet night and to be serious, the flies all disappeared when darkness came and we could wander outside and see the great star studded sky as only you can out in the outback areas. Quite a finale for our last night on the Nullarbor.

On the road again and we'd not gone very far when we discovered our mistake, when we saw all the vans and motorhomes parked at Yalata Rest Area, about 35kms further on. Ah well, put it down to experience.
Again, the landscape is gently undulating, with long stretches of straight road. We passed the Yalata Roadhouse, now abandoned and derelict, although there were signs of life at the Yalata Community behind the roadhouse.
Soon we were passing by the Nundroo Roadhouse. No stops needed, we will fill up at Ceduna, as we expect the price to come down as we travel further east.
Not long after Nundroo, we started to see crops, huge paddocks of wheat and some flocks of sheep too. The country is very dry and we could see that some farmers were harvesting already. We didn't stop at Penong and kept on going to Ceduna, where we did stop, for the quarantine inspectors. We mentioned to the inspector, our big cook up at Eucla and he told us many travellers get caught that way and maybe they'll have to change their signs. So that made us feel a bit better.
There are four caravn parks at Ceduna but everyone says the Foreshore is best. That's probably why we got the last site and quite an awkward one to get into. So awkward that we were invited to see if we could get into it before paying! We did get in and paid for two nights.
A good spot once in but those trees were a menace
The park is about a hundred metres from the town centre, so as I was connecting the power and water lines, Helen walked across the street and bought a few items for lunch, at the only place open on a Saturday afternoon, Foodland. Later we went back again and bought some veggies and fruit.


Main Street Ceduna, a quiet Saturday afternoon

The park is well named, being right on the foreshore and although fenced all round, including gates at the front, a gate at the back opened right onto the beach. The security here is quite impressive, with boom gates at front as well as security gates that are closed at 7.15pm, access being available with a security code, which also gave access to the amenities and the rear gate. Something to do with the original titleholders!

Day 111—Sunday, 13th October (Ceduna 22kms bobtail)
We had some rain overnight, no star gazing for us now. Helen got some washing done, thinking the rain had gone and ended up with a line under the awning! The breeze that did dry the washing was very cool, maybe something we need to get used to.
After some lunch, we went for a drive around town. There were some very modern houses along the beachfront but also some very old little places, that reminded us of miners cottages. Maybe they were at one time.
The Pier at Ceduna
Avenue of trees on the waterfront
Further out, we visited Pinky Point and drove around the grain loading facility. The warf was deserted except for a solitary couple of tugboats. You could tell the place would be busy soon, along the approach road to the grain silo, was a long line of transports waiting to load up, we assumed with grain. The other products shipped here are gypsum, salt and mineral sand but we assumed these would go by sea.
Some shipping statistics
The Grain Silos with a salt stack in front
 
No loading on a Sunday afternoon
On the way back to the caravan park, we stopped at a Coles Express for fuel, filling up with diesel and also, LPG for the first time since Katherine! And to sweeten the deal, used an 0.8c Coles shopper docket. For dinner, we walked out the back gate and into the hotel for their Sunday special roast dinner at $20.00 a head. Slept well this night! Tomorrow we head for home!

Sunday, 13 October 2013

Hyden to Norseman (Day 101-105)

Day 101—Thursday, 3rd October (Hyden to Merredin 164kms)
After moving out of the caravan park at The Rock, we drove the two kilometres into Hyden to check out the bakery. Again no luck with the sticky buns, so back to the van, parked in the tow's RV parking lot. Here in town we found more tin art and lots of Gazania. The tin art was a series of storyboards sketching out the life and time of some of the original settlers in Hyden.
Another short drive day, heading northwards to the Great Eastern Highway and the end of our zig zag travel. The GEH now heads east to Kalgoorlie-Boulder, our next destination, although maybe not in one drive, I’ve got used to these short days at the wheel.

But that’s ahead. Our drive today was uneventful on quiet country roads. We stopped at Narembeen and strolled through the Grain Discovery Centre, a very informative little museum, detailing the grain industry, the major industry for hundreds of kilometres. The Centre is part of the Narembeen Roadhouse and after  we’d spent an hour or so in the museum, we decided to have lunch at the café. Pie and chips! I don’t know what brought that on, except that we’d visited the bakery in the last couple of towns, not finding, the coffee scrolls we wanted. So maybe pies sort of crept into the mind?

More Tin Art at Hyden
A patch of Gazania, one of many
More tin art at Narembeen Roadhouse
An interesting storyboard at Narembeen Grain Discovery Centre

On the road again and soon set up in the caravan park at Merredin, after which we drove into town and visited the Information Centre. Merredin is not just another wheatbelt town, it started life as a stopping place on the way to the goldfields. Then, what really set the town on its feet, was the arrival of the railway in 1893 and another huge granite outcrop, Merredin Peak. As at Hyden, a wall was built around the contours of the rock, capturing every drop of rain that fell and funnelling the water into a channel which led to a storage dam. The dam could hold up to twentyfive million litres. So water supply was secured for the town and the railways steam locos. Although the need for the water from the dam ended in 1903 when the goldfields pipeline to Kalgoorlie was completed, the structure is still intact and continued to supply water to the railway until 1968. Today the water is used to supply the water fountain outside the old railway station museum. Amazing what you can learn from a visit to the local Information Centre!
Later, Merredin had been a fall back position from Perth, during WWII in case of attack or invasion and at the wars end, a major tent hospital was set up to treat injured returned servicemen on their return to Australia and the hospital site is still there, although only the concrete slabs of the various operating theatres and other main buildings remain. We also learned about a military museum and the old Station Museum, though they were closed for the day. Something to do in the morning! But still plenty of time to visit the dam and hospital site.

The stone channel taking water to the dam, when it rains.
Merredin Peak's Railway Dam
Day 102—Friday, 4th October (Merredin to Boorabbin Rest Area 171kms)
The Merredin Caravan Park sits on the highway, at the east end of town. On a corner, with a roadhouse petrol station opposite. On the other side of the highway, opposite the roadhouse is a truck parking area and to cap it off, the railway line runs alongside the highway, about fifty metres back. It must be the noisiest park ever, anywhere! When we were booking in yesterday, the lady at the desk asked me what must have been a trick question “would you prefer near the highway or near the toilet block”? I smartly said toilets only to find the toilet block next to the highway anyway!!  We survived though but it’s on our “not to visit” list for next time, not so much for the noise but the smartalec staff.
After breakfast, we hitched up and drove into town, finding caravan parking in town, alongside the railway line and spent a good couple of hours at the two museums, which are only separated by a nice little park, complete with astroturf.
The Old Station Museum had a familiar story, marked for demolition by the railways board and only saved by the efforts of local folks who now run the complex with volunteers.

The old railway station at Merredin, now a museum
The old water tower at Merredin Station
Next door, the Military Museum was also a volunteer effort, with a shed full of army vehicles and other great exhibits, spread over three or four smaller buildings. We learned more about Merreden’s status during the war, as a fall back position, should Perth be attacked. Very interesting.
By the time we’d been through both museums, it was well and truly lunch time, so we moved back to the van and enjoyed our sandwiches, before setting off down the highway. We had earmarked a free camp site at Boorabbin Nature Park and arrived there about 3.30pm. This must be the biggest rest area in the country, absolutely huge and a lot of it sealed, especially near the toilet block.

Boorabbin Nature Reserve Rest Area
Well settled in, late afternoon at Boorabbin

I had expected the area to be very busy but found only one other camper set up, so we more or less had the pick of the place. We soon found a cosy little corner and got settled. These rest areas, designated as 24hr stops are regular on the main highways in WA and unfortunately don’t seem to be appreciated by users. The rubbish bins provided were chock a block full and there was rubbish lying around everywhere. We really hope that caravanners are not the culprits. Apart from the 24hr stops, we have noticed other smaller rest area, without toilet facilities and these always seem to be much tidier. Not sure what that signifies but many touring vans have toilets onboard and can stop anywhere. We enjoyed the quiet though, after last night’s noise.

Day 103—Saturday, 5th October (Boorabbin Rest Area to Kalgoorlie 168kms)
Staying at rest areas can sometimes result in early nights since there’s no telly although there’s still the DVD’s. So, if you get an early night, you could expect an early morning and since we hadn’t fully unhooked the van, just used the jack to take the weight of the Patrol, that’s what happened. The highway runs alongside the Goldfields Water Supply pipeline, which supplies water from Mundaring Weir, just outside Perth to Kalgoorlie. The pipeline is regarded as a major feat of engineering and responsible for the opening up of the eastern goldfields. The pipeline, completed in 1903, was the brainchild of C.Y. O’Connor. The pipeline is so well recognised in the West, that it’s route has been turned into a major tourist attraction, The Golden Pipeline Heritage Trail.
Since we are now in week two of WA school holidays, we had phoned the Top Tourist park at Boulder and booked but on arrival, we found plenty of sites available. Later we worked out that half the park is closed for building units at one end, plus there was some sort of BMX trials going on, because there were kids on bikes and helmets all over the park, uniforms too. So the park was quite full.
We’d arrived quite early, so after settling in and a cuppa, we drove into Kalgoorlie for a look around. The ever present Information Centre was first stop for a map and some pointers to the things to do. The main thing to do, is visit the KCGM Super Pit but there’s also a different kind of lookout at Mt Charlotte Reservoir, where the water pipeline finishes. This one overlooks the town. We also took a drive into the Boulder main street, which still suffers from the earthquake of recent times (must look that up). Many of the shops are deserted and although the two pubs seemed to be doing good business, repairs to their facade’s were to be seen.

Day 104—Sunday, 6th October (Kalgoorlie 54kms bobtail)
The park is very deserted this morning, all the kids and their support staff (Mums and Dads) and BMX bikes shipped out early, leaving an uncanny quietness. We don’t know where the action is but can live with that, it was scary enough having them whizzing around the caravans, can’t imagine them all together in a downhill charge.
Our first visit this morning is to the lookout at the Super Pit in Boulder, just down the street from our caravan park. Described as a manmade wonder, which can be seen from space, the pit came about when Alan Bond started buying up smaller pits and consolidating them, then introducing open cut mining.
We found it quite fascinating, both of us being familiar with both open cut and underground mining from our distant past in Africa. I’m not sure how the Super Pit is promoted, it doesn’t seem as big as Newman, so maybe it’s the biggest gold mining open cut. It’s certainly known as the richest square mile of gold bearing earth in the world. That’ll do me!

Kalgoorlie-Boulder Super Pit
Close up of current section being worked, with next section behind, being marked out for explosives

Next we returned to the highway and turned towards Kalgoorlie and the Mt Charlotte Lookout and Reservoir, moving over at one point for a passing wide load. Here, at Mt Charlotte, the piped water ends it’s six hundred kilometre journey and supplies the town below. The pipeline has since, been extended further to Norseman and other towns. There are several storyboards arranged along a circular pathway round the reservoir, telling the story of this engineering marvel and one hopes the townsfolk realise this and don’t take their water for granted. Not much to see of the reservoir, a huge concrete tank, covered to keep out contamination. But the landscaping around the reservoir made for a very restful stroll, lots of local gums and other native plants.

No arguing with something this big!
Good old Mulla Mulla, seen anywhere there are wildflowers

A mystery plant we have yet to identify, this was the first and only sighting 

Growing on a very spindly shrub
The view of Kalgoorlie shopping centre
Finally, a trip to the other side of town to the Arboretum Woodlands Trial. Great specimens of local gum trees, Salmon, Gymlet, Coral and Blackbutt, plus many others. Also lots of acacias and melaleucas. Many of the trees had posts with name markers some of which the local bandits had chosen to vandalise. I suppose there are idiots everywhere, even in the west.




All that and a duck pond too
Back at the caravan park, Helen decided to take advantage of the quiet and get some washing done, the laundry might get busy when the young bikies return from their downhill racing. After dinner, we decided to watch a missed episode of the ABC’s Scott & Bailey on Helen’s iPad thanks to ABC iView. Much enjoyed and feeling very clever, not thinking of the hole this downloaad would make in our Telstra plan.

Good to see the park has adopted the famous Bryce weather stone
Day 105—Monday, 7th October (Kalgoorlie to Norseman 190kms)
Before hitching up and moving out, we drove up the street to the Boulder Pharmacy for some scripts, still managing to leave before 10.00am. Not that we’ve ever been hassled about late departure, just keeping to the rules.
Instead of backtracking to Coolgardie, we took the alternative route through Kambalda. The town was established in 1897 during the goldrush days but was almost a ghost town by 1908 then reborn in the sixties when nickel was found, resulting in Australia’s first nickel mine.
Lots of smaller mine sites on the way which mainly seemed to be nickel and certainly at Kambalda, nickel is the life of the area. As a result, we regularly passed roadtrains hauling ore back towards Kalgoorlie but once through Kambalda West things quietened down. Soon, we were back on the main highway, the Coolgardie Esperance Highway. No prizes for guessing where this highway goes! As far as we were concerned, it was taking us to Norseman, where we duly arrived and booked in for  a powered site. The routine is well established, lunch then down the street to the Information Centre. Here, a very helpful lady marked out a drive trail on a map for us and off we went.

Norseman seems almost surrounded by salt lakes and most of it seems to be Lake Cowan. About seven kilometers out of town, a small bluff overlooks the lake and in the distance, the town. Most of the drive  was actually through the lake, the salty surface catching the sun and reflecting blinding white.

Driving over Lake Cowan
Closer to town, another lookout, Beacon Hill Walk Trail. The lookout gave a good view of the town and it’s  gold mine and tailings dump. There was a shelter with benches and electric barbecue. A short circular walk around the hilltop offered views of the surrounding area with storyboard explanations.


Tailings dump at Norsemman Gold Mine
Lookout shelter and storyboards