I woke early this morning to the sounds of the country birds all about;
the magpies and crows, the galahs and all the others that abound, although the
kookaburras seen last night were silent, if there at all. I was also pleased to
hear a whispered “Happy Birthday” wish from my waking husband; I did wonder if
he would remember. The strange thing is that I feel no older today than
yesterday, and while this is a common statement one makes on such auspicious
occasions, I have been this same age all year, having adopted a calendar year
to age myself rather than my own personal historical marker. This is convenient
if rather irregular, I suspect.
Not only had my dear husband remembered to offer me birthday greetings,
but there was a gift as well. Given that we have agreed not to exchange
presents at all, this was most unexpected. Of course I frequently ignore this
agreement and buy my husband chocolates for his special days, but this is of
course quite acceptable. His gift to me was rather special; the scandalous and bestselling
novel, Fifty Shades of Grey! And when did he have the opportunity to buy it,
given that we are constantly in one another’s company? While I was having my
hair cut a few weeks ago. A man must be given kudos for such deeds!
Last night after having an excellent game of scrabble, excellent for the
fact that I won, we stood out under the night sky, clear but for the billions
of stars and the lunar sliver, all defying the promise of rain.
And then this morning, the rain, all one hundred large drops of it, had
passed by the time we pulled away from our overnight stop. We continued on north west soon covering the
mere twenty seven kilometres through to Gayndah. This township along with
Mundubbera and Eidsvold, is a CMCA RV Friendly town and as such, offers
travellers a wonderful array of camping spots and other facilities.
Gayndah’s boast to fame is as Queensland’s oldest town, settled in 1849.
I am sure there are many others which have the same claim to fame, and many we
have passed through however perhaps, just perhaps, this is the oldest still
only considered a town rather than a city? The town sits high on the banks of
the Burnett River and yet flood markers at street level show how high the river
has risen over the town. The 1942 flood was the worst to date and in recorded
history, when the houses on the far side of the highway and main street, away
from the river lay eleven metres under water. When you stand at the top of the
river bank and gaze up to the buildings, it is just amazing to consider the
power and volume of water at such times.
Gayndah’s other claim to fame is as the “Orange Capital”, of what I am
not sure, however there are quite a few citrus orchards about and a number of
roadside stalls selling mandarins and oranges.
We walked up and down the main street, and while applauding the welcome
travellers are given to this small town of less than 2,000 folk, could find
little to keep us here. The town has all services and supplies, but gives the
impression of having been renovated after that 1942 flood and not since.
Gayndah does have internet reception, so we set the computer up to
collect emails, of which there were several including greetings from my parents
and my two sisters.
Forty four kilometres further on, passing up and over along the lumpy
and bumpy sealed highway, through beautiful open beef grazing land, we arrived
at Mundubbera, a slightly smaller town with a little over 1,000 inhabitants. This town was surveyed back in 1863, but I
have to say that without that knowledge I would have suggested it was after the
floods of 1942. This, along with Eidsvold, supposedly near or on the Burnett
River, are so far elevated that there is absolutely no danger of the same
inundation Gayndah has been subjected to over the years. Again we walked up and
down and purchased a water tank cart for use as a waste tank to complete what
we consider “self-containment”.
We discovered an art exhibition tucked away behind the council library by
two women, one of women and scenes of Africa, the other of women and scenes of
Pacifica. We chatted with the volunteer at the desk and admired the work before
heading back to the rig, generally unimpressed with Mundubbera despite our
canny purchase and the art encounter.
Another low range of hills and another thirty five kilometres, and we
arrived at Eidsvold, an even smaller town perched on the side of a hill away
from the river. This was founded in 1848 and remained principally a service
centre for the cattle stations about the area until gold was discovered in the
1860s. In the 1880s, Eidsvold was a bustling gold mining town of over 2,000
people, but all good things come to an end, so they say, and it is now what it
was in the beginning. But there is the addition of the RM Williams
Australian Bush Learning Centre which also serves as the Information Centre.
Today one half of the building was hosting a writers’ workshop with the guest
writer, one of RM William’s daughters. The other half houses a museum of sorts,
explaining the life and achievements of RM Williams and the gold mining past of
the town. When one travels through rural Australia, one is bound to see the RM
Williams brand relating to leather products and many matters country. And if
you are like us, (who is?) then you might tend to avoid these products as being
rather too pricey but also wonder who and what RM Williams is or was.
The pub at Mulgidie |
Our camp beside the Pub |
The sun is shining brightly in through the window, from across the
valley. It is a glorious evening and my husband is in the process of preparing
dinner; devilled sausages. My mother had requested that I keep my cellphone on
all day however there has been absolutely no Vodafone reception all day, and
very little on Chris’s Telestra. Internet reception here in Mulgildie is so
minimal I cannot even send her an email to tell her any of this.
We popped back to see the barmaid and purchased a bottle of cold
chardonnay. Her boss was working the bar, all fellow travellers; she was a
middle aged version of the back packer, blond more bottle and complexion more
sunbaked. Better sign off and toast another year!
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