On On to Inglewood Fly In

  Inglewood, Queensland, Australia
Sunday, May 3, 2009

The next day, saw a mass exodus from the camp ground and just left us and one other, so we had the place to ourselves and could make some noise.  Almost normal again.  Chinchilla itself does not have much to offer but gave us a chance to do some business in the town and back out to the weir. 
 
We did several walks taking in the magical sunsets over the water.  We walked along the beach hand in hand and headed back to the motorhome only to find that we had another mousey visitor.  We set the trap and settled down to watch some TV, within hours I had caught mouse No. 2.  Perhaps I should put "kill totals" on the side of the motorhome just like they do on the side of the American war planes.

Windmill at Warra

Anzac Day - just a short hop to a small town called Warra.  A bit noisy by the road, but we were only there for one night.
 
Our next stop was a park at Bowenville but earlier in the day Judy and Rowan had rung to say they were in Toowoomba, so we decided to have lunch at Bowenville and head off to Toowoomba for a meal with Judy and Rowan.  We stayed at Murray's (Rowan's brother) property on top of a hill with a scenic views.  A great meal, a great place to stop and nice to catch up with Judy and Rowan. 

Murray's property at Hodgson Vale

The bus is running well, just an annoying intermittent problem with the indicator linkage to the Suzuki.  Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't.  But that problem doesn't even make it on my "worry list" which at the moment is empty.  Our shortest journey travelled to date is 11 km and our longest journey was 200 km.  We are under on our budget and the scenery changes daily and we have met some interesting people.  We passed one guy on a pushbike, we set up camp and two hours later he rode in.  I went over to have a chat with him and he revealed that he was cycling around Australia.  He was 74 years old and averages riding 7 hours a day.  He quickly erected his tent, lit up a cigarette and said, right I am off down the pub.  I hope I am as strong as he is when I am 74.

Blacksmith's at Jondaryn

Sunset at Jondaryn

 
We have just spent two days at Jondaryn Woolshed.  Once inside the gates, we set up camp and could freely roam the complex at anytime.  It was just like being locked in at Dreamworld after closing time and going on all the rides.  Nothing was locked up.  We had sheep, lamas and cattle roaming through our campsite.  A very peaceful place surrounded by history.  Jo even had a horse shoe made for her at the Blacksmiths.

We need to get to Inglewood Fly In by the weekend, so we have a couple of overnighters.  One at Cecil Plains (mouse number 3 caught), a very RV friendly town with all facilities including dump point at no cost, then on to Yarramalong Weir (near Millmerran).  Very isolated, very tranquil, we were the only motorhome there.  The temperature overnight dropped to just 2 degrees and we felt it.  Unbeknown to us we had parked alongside a river gum tree which had two tawny frog mouths sitting on a branch, just metres away from our door.  They didn't move all day but did their hunting by night.  The next morning, they were back on their perch (mouse number 4 caught).  Today, the three of us head onto Millmerran.

Tawny Frog Mouths at Yarramalong Weir

At Millmerran we parked at a park in the centre of town and decided to drive out to see Sperm and Rectinol.  Within minutes we were returning to collect our motorhome and take it back out to their property to stay the night and have a pot roast and a few beers.  It was nice to catch up with these old hashers.  Hash people in general are very social people, add country hospitality and people like Sperm become perfect gentlemen.  We thoroughly enjoyed our stay and the three of us headed onto Inglewood.