Hebel

We pulled into Hebel. It is such a tiny town. The 2006 census recorded the town having only 149 residents. Adrian was keen to spend the night in the local caravan park. Why? He had read that Dan Kelly and Steve Hart of the infamous Kelly Gang used to drink in the pub under assumed names of course.   So we just had to go and have a look and a drink. The pub even has an authentic horse rail out the front from long time past, or so the locals say. Hebel was original known as Kelly’s point but changed its name to Hebel a year after the town was established.   Continue reading “Hebel”

Surat

There is a lovely bush camp on the outskirts of Surat we had heard about. It sits besides the river Balonne. The town started in 1849 and is said to be named after Sir Thomas Mitchell’s residence in Madras Province in India (he explored the area.) The town became very popular, just a year later there was a ‘Court of Petty Sessions’. Why is this important? The court could grant land leases and licenses to local business. The area quickly boomed with agricultural production and even today the area is still known for it’s wool and beef. Continue reading “Surat”

Injune

Our next night offered less interest but less noise. We stayed at the Injune Rodeo Club car park. Not a lot there but for one night the price was right again (free) and it was a respectable site. There was a tap where if we needed water we could have filled up. We did test the water to make sure it worked and the water came out brown first before flowing clean. (We have 3 tanks on the van. One solely for drinking water the other two we can add water like this, which is good enough to shower in but you think twice about drinking.) We were the only ones until about 9pm when a woman and a dog rocked up in a car and set up sort of a camp. She was gone by about 7 the next morning. Very quiet indeed.

Emerald

Our next stop was under a bridge. No kidding we slept under a bridge. It was a new experience for me, and one I would not recommend. A little too close to the road and the train tracks for my liking. A train passes over us in the middle of the night and woke me with a fright. It was that brief second when you are only half awake and you think ‘where am I, what is happening. what its that noise? Oh that’s right I am sleeping under a bridge.’ Not that I am complaining. It was on the edge of Emerald, and more important, it was free. I can put up with a little noise and the rocking of the van if the price it right. Continue reading “Emerald”

Theresa Creek Dam

We pulled into Theresa Creek Dam mid afternoon. The dam has a basic van park. For $15 a night there is no power and no water but there are showers. The van park was almost empty so we had the pick of the park. The recreation part of the dam was very busy. We had to wait our turn to book in, we decided to stay for 2 nights to give Adrian’s back a rest from the traveling.  Continue reading “Theresa Creek Dam”

Clermont

We had been told several times if we are ever in Clermont to make sure we stop to have a look at the mural on the old train wagon.   The first 3 wagons were painted in 1999 by Glen Gillard, the fourth was added the next year.   As a symbol of the environment Mr Gillard hides frogs in his paintings. It adds a special challenge to visitors and locals to try and find the frogs in each of the murals. The murals are impressive and I did have a good look for the frogs but I couldn’t find any. Continue reading “Clermont”

Charters Towers

We hit Charters Towers the next day, the town was once said to be one square mile of gold. Once the gold was discovered it wasn’t long before the small town of calico and bark buildings gave way to timber then on to brick.   Tents seemed to built into mansions over night. In its hay day Charters Towers was know by the locals as ‘The World’ simply because it had everything a person could want for. By 1890 charters Towers was the largest goldfield in Australia. Continue reading “Charters Towers”