Like Moths To A Flame

Trip Start May 09, 2013
Trip End Jul 01, 2013

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Where I stayed
Cape River Rest Area
What I did
Burdekin Weir

Flag of Australia  , Queensland,
Thursday, June 20, 2013

  We left a very cloudy Townsville today, destination Charters Towers.  We had been blessed with two beautiful sunny days in Townsville so we can't exactly complain that the temperature has dropped from 28 degrees to 23 degrees.
 We have chosen to go inland rather than take the coastal route, as we have already travelled the Townsville to Rockhampton coastal highway before.  The scenery although quite predictable hasn't been boring.  We were motoring along at about 80 K's an hour this morning when we noticed just ahead of us a domestic chicken which darted out onto the road did a bit of a twirl then scurried off across to the other side of the road, how odd we thought, then 20 meters further on, there was about 4 or 5 more chickens  on the roadside.  There wasn't a dwelling in sight, what on earth were domestic chickens doing out on the highway.  Fred and I came to the conclusion that perhaps they had been extras in the film Chicken Run.
 Charters Towers is still a busy little town, and they have to be commended for preserving so many of their lovely old buildings.  We paid our usual visit to the Town's info centre and picked up a few brochures on things to see and do.  We took a walk around the Town and like I commented earlier it was nice to see that they have kept these historical buildings in such a good state for all of us to enjoy.  
 Charters Towers sprang to life almost by accident.  In 1871  Juniper Mossman, an aboriginal stockman was accompanying 3 prospectors by the names of Hugh Mosman, John Fraser & George Clark.  One of their packhorses got spooked and bolted.  Juniper was sent to find the horse and bring him back to camp.  Juniper not only found the horse but also the glint of gold.  His find sparked the biggest gold rush in Queensland.
 We had a drive out to Towers Hill and took a walk up the mountain.  There are at least 30 disused war bunkers now safely locked up scattered about on the hillside.  During WW2 these bunkers were used by the RAAF to store bombs, detonators and ammunition.  From there we drove out to the Burdekin Weir for lunch.  I can only imagine in flood times that this would be a very frightening place.  The highest marker recorded is in 1991 when it was almost 12 meters above the dam.
 Having left Charters Towers we were now on the look out for an overnight camp.  It was 3.15pm Fred said he'd be happy to drive for another hour.  We passed by several possible stops but we just didn't get the right vibe.  If you free camp and you are travelling on your own I think you should always follow your gut instincts about the places you choose to stop.  Finally we saw a rest spot up ahead with maybe 6 or 7 vans parked up, but the thing that drew us in, was there was a big camp fire going with a whole lot of people sat around it. We were like moths to a flame as the saying goes.
 We pulled in, had a look around, the natives were very friendly, told us to park up and come and join them.  We had a lovely evening.  Len & his wife Kathy pulled into the Cape River rest area about 1.30pm, Len decided early in the afternoon to collect some wood and start a fire.  He said it was a beacon for people to home in on.  Well it certainly worked for us.
 Some times I think we are a bit like ants.  If you watch a trail of ants, some are going in one direction while some are travelling in the opposite direction.  They kind of bump into each other, appear to exchange information then move on.  That was exactly how our evening turned out, everyone was going north, whilst Fred & I were going south, we were all able to pass on a bit of knowledge from where we'd visited and where to stay.
 PS:  Is Fred turning into a bit of a Mrs Bouquet?  We were just about to go join the campfire when Fred declared that he did not want to take his Berri cask over.  "Why" I ask.  "I just don't" says Fred.  With that he produces a wine bottle with half a glass left in (that's very odd indeed) and fills it up with Berri soft red.  Is that keeping up appearances or what

PPS:    Best name:  Sardine Creek - I would like to meet the person who claimed to have a caught a sardine in this creek.
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sylvia gollan on

Sounds like you are having a good trip, I went to check my chickens had not escaped no its not one of ours but they have got to be very good escape artists. That is a magnificent pub in one of your photos they certainly knew how to build them. Good news with John's back he may escape surgery we get further news this week. I will be so glad when he can drive again we have another Mrs Bucket here I have my feet on the pedals and hands on the wheel but he directs all the driving. Watching out for the lady on the bicycle!!

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