Like Moths To A Flame
Trip Start May 09, 2013
41Trip End Jul 01, 2013
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Where I stayed
Cape River Rest Area
What I did
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 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
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.