After the long straight roads we have travelled in the last
few days, this morning we were surprised by the windy road through the rocky
mineral rich hills, south of Mt Isa. Soon, however, we reached the open farmland
and it became apparent the devastation caused by four years of drought. For
hundreds of kilometres we passed empty parched paddocks, withered trees, mini dust
storms and isolated groups of sad lean cows. All were the visible signs of a
region weary from drought.
Having said that we were amused at a road sign warning of
the dangers of stray cattle. The sign actually looked like a cow eating a car, these
poor cows in western Queensland must be really hungry.
Yet, despite the obvious desperate state of the region, we
were impressed by the proud history and the sense of hope that the people seem
to have. In Cloncurry they commemorate the Presbyterian Minister John Flynn who
believed there was a better way to provide medical support to the local area and
went on to set up the Royal Flying Doctor Service.
In Winton we were surprised to read that Lyndon B. Johnson (who
became the 36th US President) had survived an air crash near the town in 1942,
and had recuperated at the North Gregory Hotel. It was in this same hotel that Waltzing Matilda was first performed in
1895. Banjo Patterson and Christina Mcpherson had written it in nearby in
Dagworth. Winton was also the venue of the first board meeting of Qantas held
in 1921. Finally, this same small town, now describes itself as the Dinosaur
Capital of Australia following a range of remarkable fossil discoveries.
By mid afternoon we arrived in Longreach and set up Matilda
after her long drive down, the appropriately named, Matilda Highway. While
enjoying a cup of tea we were surprised when our little van started to rock and
shake. Around us tents were flapping furiously and canvas was tearing. It was
over in less than a minute and we realised a willy willy of swirling dust had
hit us and was making its way though the campground. It was but a tiny reminder
of the harsh realities faced by those trying to survive in Outback Queensland.
This sure brings back some memories. It wasn't so dry when we went through, in fact it rained on and off from about Moree to Blackall. Looking forward to seeing you, safe travels :)
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