After work Friday I headed home and picked up Betsy and we travelled north. I drove to Yunta, arriving after dark. I stayed at a free park next to toilets. I settled down to some crochet for the night. No Optus coverage so listened to podcasts I had downloaded.
After a peaceful sleep I woke to views of distant mountains. I had a walk around the mostly deserted town. I found a little dam and sat and watched the abundant bird life.
Then I started my trip south. Stopping at the quarantine station, where I chatted with the guard manning it. Turns out he has family in Jamestown, it’s a small world.
I headed for Peterbourgh. Getting distracted on the way. I popped off the main road to take a look at a long deserted town.
Many towns failed in the north. With not enough rainfall to sustain cropping.
I walked around Peterbourgh and visited the shops. Peterbourgh has a fabulous newsagents! I visited Sue at Stairway to Heaven. Sue remembered me from my last visit and we had a friendly chat and I bought a lovely new dress.
I hit the dirt roads heading for the long deserted town of Dawson. It’s not signposted. I think to keep visitors down and prevent vandalism of this historical site.
The Catholic Church is heritage listed
Two kilometres out of Dawson is a surprisingly large cemetery. Many of the headstones bore the names of young women and children. Giving birth was a hazardous thing to do in such isolated towns. Makes me grateful for birth control and modern medicine. Women had such little control over their own lives or bodies.
Next was Terowie. It’s almost a ghost town now, but in the past it was a large railway town. It’s famous for the General MacArthur speech ‘I will return’. I spent the night in the free park at the restored railway station.
I had a couple of walks around the town. If it wasn’t for the bitumen, I could of pretended I was in the 1880‘s
The next day was the big one! I was taking the scenic drive 21 from Terowie to Hallett. It was a fabulous drive full of photo worthy views and changing landscapes. The road was dirt and at times Betsy had to take it easy as we crossed causeways and uneven roads.
Just over 30kms from the sealed road I came across Ketchowla station. Established in 1852 by the explorer Giles brothers.
The station buildings are heritage listed. The wool shed is impressive.
I explored the dried up dam and found a grave marker in the paddock next to the dam. Hard land and lives.
After a cup of tea. Betsy and I continued our journey. Heading for the summit of Mount Dare. Incredible views. Along the way we discovered more abandoned buildings.
After visiting Mt Bryan East school again and having a quick tea break. I drove on through to Hallett for the night. Hallett has a paid camp ground with wonderfully hot showers and the local pub cooked my dinner. It was huge.
The next morning I woke to …….
It seems the dirt roads had taken a toll on poor old Betsy. A flat tyre . I’ve changed many a tyre in the past. This was the first in Betsy, so I decided to call my Gnome in Shining armour. He was a reluctant saviour and informed me he would not get there until late afternoon. Amazing how 24 years of marriage can change knights into gnomes!
I had plenty to do while I waited. I got on with some work on the website.
It took both of my saviours to change the tyre, as some helpful soul had put the nuts on with an air gun. There was no way I could of undone them on my own.
It was a good thing Betsy had got that flat in Hallett. Now I know where all the tools are, where the jack needs to go and how to get to the spare, which is underneath. Peter has since put four new tyres on Betsy, added an extension bar for the brace and ensured the nuts aren’t so tight.