We decided we would leave Rocky for another day. It's probably worth mentioning that my mother was born and bred in this city. My dad worked for Queensland railway and at least once a year my mum and my siblings would make the pilgrimage north from Brisbane
. I think my love of train travel stems from those trips in the Sunlander as a young child. Roma Street Railway Station was like an International airport, porters were busy loading up suitcases for the wealthy or for the not so wealthy you called your travel case a port. Because my dad worked for the railway his mates all gave us special treatment. We had a sleeping compartment all to ourselves and the overnight train departed at the most ungodly hour of 8pm. It was so exciting. I don't remember sleeping too well as I never wanted to miss the train stopping in the middle towns like Maryborough, Bundaberg or Gladstone, you could get off the train and buy a steaming hot cup of tea and a scone at 3 o'clock in the morning. What was amazing was the amount of activity that was taking place on the station at that time of the morning. The overnight train carried newspapers, post and goods, it provided an important service to all the towns north of Brisbane. Of course these days it's all done by roadtrains. How sad!
We are now on the homeward leg, tonight we are parked up in the Calliope River Rest Area. It's very pretty, the north side of the rest spot survived the floods but the lower south side took a bit of a beating. Tomorrow we will take a look at the historical village before heading south to The Town of 1770.
When we left Duaringa rest area this morning we had a decision to make, do we go into Rockhampton or turn for home. We had at least 115 k's before we had to make up our minds. I have to say we thoroughly enjoyed the drive into Rocky, the watery sky gave the rolling hills and landscape a very soft edge. Fred & I could not get our heads around the length of the coal trains that passed us by, at least 1 kilometre in length, we passed 5 of these monsters today, each wagon filled to the brim with coal. How much coal is pulled from the ground every day in this area alone, not to mention all over Australia. It's hard to imagine the big void it must leave. My head hurts just thinking about it.