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1867
Bridge across river going towards Ararat.
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Monday the 1st of June |
Parrots
enjoying a meal |
A
dry Green Hill Lake Reserve |
Grape
Vines along front of shops |
Tuesday the 2nd of June |
The
Big Koala |
Those
noisy Corella's |
Wheat
silo's Dimboola |
Wednesday the 3rd of June |
Wheat growing as far as you can see |
Sunset at Lake Lascelles |
Back on the road and we travelled up the road for awhile
and then we stopped in the pink lake rest area to have lunch. What a
beautiful Pink colour it was especially the reflections though the
photo does not do lake colours justice. Back on the road and we headed
to Nhill to see Eddie in the Nursing Home. When we arrived he was waiting
in a wheel chair inside the front door. We spent a pleasant two hours
with him and he was hoping go home soon, we bid him farewell as he was
about to go out on a bus trip with other patients. |
Rain over Lake Lascelles |
Our camp set up with awning down etc |
Thursday
the 4th of June |
Liz
feeding Magpie for luck |
Our
new campsite |
Roundabout
to Mildura |
Mural
in Hopetoun note more grape vines at Commonwealth Bank |
Aboriginal
Totem Poles at Lake |
Friday the 5th of June |
Water
Fowl on Lake |
Typical
old building Hopetoun |
Monument
of water channels etc |
Saturday the 6th of June |
Sunrise
this morning |
Kettle
boiling on fire |
Washing
Machine ready for use |
Sunday the 7th of June |
Bush
Pigeons this morning |
Firepot
and wood heap |
Wheat
silo's accommodation |
Monday the 8th of June |
Road
Train on Corrugated tin |
All
types of art on corrugated tin extremely good work though highly priced |
Tuesday the 9th of June |
Attached
to Bon Bon Cafe |
Wheat
growing in the distance |
Welcome
to Ouyen |
Wednesday the 10th of June |
Our
fire last night |
Entering
fruit fly zone |
Welcome
to Sunraysia |
Thursday the 11th of June |
Grape
vines aplenty |
Entering
Mildura |
House
boats opposite our camp |
We were travelling once again through wheat country
and that was to change to vineyards again as far as the eye could see.
We entered the fruit fly zone so we made sure that there was no fruit
left for the fine for carrying fruit into the area is $600 on the spot
fine. Before we knew it we had come through the outskirts of Mildura
heading for our camp area at Horse Shoe Bend. When we arrived we found
the area that we had camped in the past was now day use only so we had
to move down river a bit to find a suitable place. |
Early
House Boat |
Fully
glassed House Boat |
Hire
House Boats stranded |
A
mob of Pelicans water down 6m |
1877
Paddle Steamer |
Late
afternoon Murray House Boat |
Friday the 12th of June |
Early
morning Horse Shoe Bend |
Welcome
to South Australia |
Quarantine
inspection Centre |
Saturday the 13th of June |
Old
lift bridge Paringa |
Welcome
to Renmark |
Liz
and Rhonda at wharf |
We drove for many kilometres with wheat fields on both
sides of the highway as far as you could see. In the distance we could
see heavy cloud cover and it did not take long at all to reach it, which
blocked out the warm sun. There is no wind therefore the morning is
warm and it wasn't until later that extra cloths were required. |
We
awoke to this |
Lyrup
Ferry |
Vietnam
Memorial Berri |
Sunday the 14th of June |
Pelicans
along the way |
Red
cliffs along way |
Coming
into Lock 4 |
Monday the 15 of June |
Lowered
and doors opening |
On
the way from lock 4 |
Tied
up for the night on Murray |
We noted that another house boat had arrived at the
lock from the opposite direction though we were given right of way.
It strange to tie up to the lock and watch the water empty to allow
us to go to the lower sections of the Murray River. We were to see a
hawk swoop and get a fish out of the lock as the water was dropping.
The gates opened and we were on our way with the other house boat then
coming into the lock to rise to the next section of the murray. |
Derelict
and rough looking house boats on the way to Loxton
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Tuesday the 16th of June |
Propeller
driven House Boat |
Liz
at the helm of Ranger |
Large
Kangaroo watching us pass |
Pontoon
at Loxton |
Ranger
moored at Loxton |
Rotunda
at Loxton |
We passed many pumping stations taking water from the
Murray River and every now again we would come across a house sitting
high on the hill overlooking the river with a few being used as markers
on the river maps. There were many derelict houseboats and some built
on plastic barrels and others with steel drums welded together. We came
across one house boat that looked as if it was screw driven and aptly
named the Kookaburra. |
House
boat coming to join us |
Loxton
Heritage Village |
John
outside church in Village |
Wednesday the 17th of June |
School
Children making Damper |
John
where he should be |
Old
Farm Machinery |
The amount of buildings with old banks, dentists to
mention a few took some time to look at and the items were over a century
old. There were children there in period dress and they were making
small dampers under the tutelage of volunteer heritage workers. Some
were learning how to make rope by twisting three stands of baling twine
together with old hand operated machines, I have to say that the children
look excellent in there period dress. The equipment and old trains was
endless which included a 1949 Velocette motorcycle and cars and utes
from the early 1900's, trucks, fire engines. I placed John in stocks
and took a photo of him in front of the old jail. Before we left we
had a cappuccino as Liz and Rhonda opted to stay on the boat. In all
I took 92 digital photo's and again which ones do you use for each one
depicted an era gone by. We have to say it was a nice couple of hours
ashore |
Children
making rope |
Old
fire engines |
Horse
drawn ploughs |
Jim pouring a frothy from the tap king |
Our fire ashore with the Ranger moored |
Thursday the 18th of June |
House
Boat on sand bar |
Water
flooding into lock 4 |
Gates
open to let us out |
We had a house boat come up on us from astern and he
looked like to be doing twice our speed and lo and behold he attempted
to pass on the wrong side and we watched him come to a complete halt
on a sand bar we were not to see him for another half hour and this
time he passed us on the right side and vanished into the distance.
We are not in a hurry just cruising
along taking in the sights as they appear. We came across the shoal
flats which are well sign posted and you could see the sand bars coming
out
towards us. (No John I have not grounded the house boat this year) Then
we were to see a nice big red Kangaroo drinking and he only stayed long
enough for us to take a photo and then he hopped into the bush. |
Liz getting the fire going for tonight |
Fog Next morning on our way to Berri |
Friday the 19th of June |
Bridge
at Berri note fog |
Our
mooring and motorhome's |
Berri
Golf Club for lunch |
We cruised slowly and came past our motorhome's on the
bank and then into the space allotted the Ranger. We had packed up and
so it wasn't long before we had transferred all the gear back to our
motorhome's. We refilled the tanks on the houseboat with fuel and we
had used $170 worth. We split that in two and each paid their amount
to the hire people, So in all it cost under $500 each for two couples
for the hire well worth it. |
Liz
walking around inside
Farmers Market at Berri |
Ferry
to Graeme Claxton Reserve |
Saturday the 20th of June |
Our campsite for the night beside the Murray River at Cadell |
Bored Husband at Craft Shop |
Last
of old paddle steamer wharf |
Musuem
at Morgan |
Old
Chevrolet at Museum |
We had to hop on the ferry to go across the river to
our camp and we set up unloaded our wood and then hopped into Digger
back on the ferry and across the river to go into Morgan. Not much has
changed since we were here last though old buildings that used to service
the river trade with paddle steamers and barges are still a standout.
First we went down to the wharf area and saw the old wharves that served
the area and then the craft shop and then onto the museum and that was
a real treat with the various old machinery and films depicting the
area some hundreds of years ago. There is no doubt that the old timers
did it hard. |
Light
on cliffs at Cadell |
Our
fire last night |
South
Flinders Ranges |
Sunday the 21st of June |
Old
Cast Steel bridge into Burra |
There
are many fine old buildings in Burra and the whole town is heritage listed |
We eventually wound our way off the highway and into
Burra which is a town that is wholly heritage listed. When look at the
old buildings made of stone as all nearly are. Then you see the very
old single men's quarters for the cornish miners that used to mine for
copper in the area. They have all the usual museum's and everything
is set for the tourist trade. Due to it being sunday there were not
many shops open except for the cafe's. We had a cappuccino and one of
their world famous Cornish Pasties and we both agreed they were the
best cornish pasty's that we have had. We had a look around for awhile
and noted the very deep gutters with the small bridges across to allow
you to get to the shops. |
Digger
carrying the wood |
Jim
rugged up in cold wind |
Road
to Broken Hill |
Monday the 22nd of June |
City
of Broken Hill |
Miners
Memorial |
Old
workings and new mine |
We eventually arrived in Broken Hill and we wound our
way first to the information centre and then onto the race course for
an overnight stay. After lunch we went and bought more groceries for
the next week then into Big W and then we wandered around the town centre
before heading out to the viewing towers scattered around the town built
on old slag from the mines. We were to see the mine winders hauling
there load to the surface and then being taken away to the be processed
in the mill. We drove up to the viewing tower where the original mine
was located and though no longer in existence you could still see the
concrete bases for the mill and the bucket lines along the way to carry
the ore etc. This mine commenced in 1910. We were to view the Miners
Memorial then opted to head for home for the wind is getting colder
even though the sun is shining. |
Old
mine workings leaving the Hill |
Road
& country on way to Lakes |
Many
dead trees exposed |
Tuesday the 23rd of June |
Burke & Wills Site Pamamaroo Creek camp grounds |
Detail Burke & Wills details at campsite |
There was a changing landscape and then we came across
the pipeline from the Menindee Lakes that supplies Broken Hill with
water. Before we knew it we had arrived at the turn off to the Pamamaroo
Lake camp grounds. There being two large areas one called the Burke
& Wills Camp Site and the other Main Weir Camp Site. We turned off
the bitumen onto clay topped road which in places was corrugated though
generally speaking it was fine. As we travelled along we were to see
that the water had receded in the lake dramatically leaving dead gums
high and dry. |
Puddles
after last nights rain |
Camp
partially set up |
Pelicans
fighting over fish |
Wednesday the 24th of June |
Wheel tracks through the quagmire and then their struggle to get up the hill to harder road surface |
Thursday the 25th of June |
Liz
with washing machine |
Menindee
town |
Liz
with fish and chips for lunch |
Friday the 26th of June |
Helicopter carrying apparatus for mineral search |
Burke and Wills bronze memorial Menindee |
Whilst we were having lunch we noted the helicopter
dragging a electro magnetic device underneath, so we can only surmise
that they are looking for mineral deposits of some description.
Being Friday we thought there would be more action in the town and that
wasn't to be they seem to be very laid back. There were a few signs
selling worms for fishing though I did not bother for I did not want
to compete with pelicans. Liz's 5 litre wine cash is leaking so Liz
went into the hotel and came out with four empty wine bottle complete
with lids. We continued our drive around and went down to the river
and noted the area where there used to be a punt across the river where
they drove the sheep on to go to the purported largest shearing stand
shed in the southern hemisphere. We did not go to the shed for the road
looked a bit boggy so we just continued our drive and then finally headed
back to camp with the sun streaming through the window. |
On
our walk this morning |
Fire
revival from last night |
Breakfast
cooked on the fire |
Saturday the 27th of June |
Fox near our camp sunning itself |
We disturbed and it slunk off into bushes |
Another happy camper came in and set up and we introduced
ourselves and found that they were from New Zealand and then we all
came together and had a chat then it was lunchtime. |
On
the way to Broken Hill |
Sheep
feeding on saltbush |
Emu's
eating who knows? |
Sunday the 28th of June |
Approaching
Broken Hill |
Digger
at the car wash |
Our
Saab plane for Tuesday |
After climbing several hills we could see the mullock
heaps of the mines in Broken Hill and traffic was increasing. We aimed
to go to Woolworths to top the diesel tanks and Digger plus the generator
drum. This will give us a straight run out of Broken Hill after we return
from Sydney on Wednesday night. |
Nice
sunny frosty morning |
Stands
at the race track |
Proud
of their Irish heritage |
Monday the 29th of June |
Plane
from Broken Hill |
Liz
buckling up |
Flying
at 19000 feet |
Tuesday the 30th of June |
Cruise
ship near Harbour Bridge |
Sydney
Opera House |
Sydney
Harbour Bridge |
We decided to take the train from the airport and get
off at Town Hall which was only five minutes away from our accommodation.
The fare was $13.50 each or for another 50 cents each we could get a
train pass for all day. This we opted for and thirty minutes later we
arrive at the Town Hall station and then walked towards our accommodation.
A we had not had breakfast so to speak we stopped at Hungry Jacks and
Liz had pancakes and syrup and I had an egg and bacon roll washed down
with a cappuccino. |
Front
of Opera House |
Arriving
Manly Wharf |
Manly
Beach |
The
Corso Manly |
Jim's
found a friend |
Fast
& Slow Harbour Ferries |
We finally pulled into the Manly Wharf and then we walked
over to the Manly Corso and headed for the beach on the ocean side.
We were back among the crowds again so the going was not easy and when
we arrived at the beach we noted the amount of people in swimming along
with many surfers. |
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