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Mon
11 Mar
2002
We pull into our old spot at J C Trotter park.
We'll spend a couple of days in Brisbane catching
up with friends and watching a couple of movies.
While
here I thought I'd sort out my old emails and
I find a copy of the note I sent to my work mates
the day I left my job. (Some names changed to
protect the innocent)
| The
story 'till now.
Some time ago, after a stressful day
at work, I thought to myself "I
don't need this shit". Seconds
later I realised that, rather than
being just a figure of speech, this
was actually a statement of fact,
I didn't need this shit, or any other
shit for that matter. In fact, if
I changed my lifestyle I don't need
to work at all, so why should I? After
all, I've been slaving away for 18
years now, that's more than anyone
should have to stand :-)
So
what's the point of this spiel?
I'm leaving PROGRAMS-R-US, today is
my last day.
What
will I do?
As little as possible, but first I
have to finish building our motor
home (RV).
We
will be selling our houses and most
possessions and hitting the road.
Australia's a big country and we plan
to see it all over the next 5, 10
or 20 years. I also want to spend
more time in the US, UK and Africa.
Will
I work again?
Possibly, we'll just see how things
go. We have investments and I hope
to make a few bucks from photography.
Why?
Mid life crisis I guess. PRU is a
good place to work, heck I've been
here 8.5 years, if I didn't like it
I'd have changed jobs years ago. And
look at the amazingly low staff turnover.
No I'm not leaving because I don't
like PRU, just that I realised life's
getting away on me. As a friend said
recently, "Lately I've been carrying
too many coffins".
How
many people have you heard of that
slave all their life to retire and
do "the big trip" or whatever,
only to be too old or infirm to follow
their dream. Or even worse, wind up
in one of the aforementioned coffins
before they get a chance.
One
thing I know for sure is that, when
I'm lying on my death bed (at 95 after
being shot by a jealous husband upon
returning from a Mt Kilimanjaro climb)
looking back on my life I will not
be thinking "You know I really
wish we'd got XYZ version 1.2.00.02.234.44.1
beta out that friday".
Where
will we go?
Everywhere. The truck is a six-wheel-drive
ex-army truck, it's capable of going
anywhere it will fit.
So
there you have it.
We won't be leaving town until next
Mar/Apr so those of you who live in
Canberra feel free to drop out to
the workshop any time. Those coming
to the conference in December are
also welcome to come out for a firsthand
view of "Rob's Folly". It
may kill any thoughts you ever had
of doing something rash with your
life, of course the the opposite is
also possible.
Meanwhile
you can get the full story and follow
the project at http://www.robgray.com
So
long PRU, and thanks for all the fish.
Rob |
That
already seems like a lifetime ago and it's only
been two and a half years. Feel free to use this
when you have your mid-life crisis.
I
also came across the "todo" list I was
maintaining while working on the truck in Elimbah.
With much glee I renamed the file from TODO.DOC
to DONE.DOC then posted a copy here just in case
you have any ideas about building your own motorhome.
Remember this work was done on a vehicle that
was essentially finished, we have been living
in it for a year.
- Add
shock absorbers to rear axles (includes construction
of four upper brackets bolted to chassis and
four lower brackets welded to axles)
- Add
bonded rubber stabilisers between body and
chassis (includes construction of lower outriggers
bolted to chassis and upper brackets welded
to body)
- Add
rollers to route winch cable around new shock
absorbers and stabilisers
- Add
roller to bring winch cable back into line
with chassis
- Remove
and replace five 1200x20 crossply tyres with
radials
- Repair
1200x20 tube
- Run
air line from compressor to rear of truck
- Connect
compressor air to truck air
- Connect
air control for winch
- Move
compressor's bayonet fitting so it's more
accessible
- Fill
hole on side of engine cowling so hot air
from turbo doesn't burn driver's leg
- Fix
passenger's fan
- Run
power to overhead console
- Install
termination block in overhead console
- Connect
AM and UHF CBs to power
- Remove
wasp nest from UHF CB
- Run
coax from CBs through to house, up through
bedroom wall and onto poptop roof
- Make
and install brackets (that collapse when hit
so aerial doesn't break) for CB aerials
- Add
bracket to stop dashboard panel moving
- Add
soundproofing to cab floor
- Modify
overhead console to house new CCTV monitor
- Install
CCTV monitor in overhead censor
- Install
rear vision CCTV camera
- Install
dorsal vision CCTV camera
- Run
TV lines through body and into overhead censor
- Make
video switch to select which camera appears
on monitor
- Make
panel for CCTV control switches
- Bleed
brakes
- Change
oil in all diffs, drop boxes etc
- Change
engine oil and filters
- Change
oil in motorbikes
- Modify
desk top fans to be used as ceiling fans in
lounge room
- Add
thrust bearings to all fans to stop noise
- Install
new power point in dunny to run fan
- Install
new power point in kitchen
- Fit
and connect tank full alarm (Turd alert) in
black water tank
- Modify
generator's isolation mount frame
- Fix
holes in generator's muffler
- Run
wire from generator to battery charger and
install power point
- Connect
circuit breaker for new outside GPO (power
point)
- Install
and connect new outside GPO, run wire to circuit
breaker
- Install
and connect shore power input socket, run
wire to changeover switch
- Fit
fly screens to all windows
- Fit
new ball valves to grey water tank
- Fit
stays to lounge room shutters
- Make
short stays for shutters
- Remove,
refurbish and replace fuel tank cross brace
- Remove,
clean and test batteries from bank one
- Remove
and refurbish cradle for battery bank one
- Redo
all wiring for battery bank one (double the
conductor sizes)
- Remove,
clean and test batteries from bank two
- Remove
and refurbish cradle for battery bank two
- Weld
on battery hold down bolts for battery bank
two
- Redo
all wiring for battery bank two (double the
conductor sizes)
- Make
and fit cross member to hold new battery wiring
- Make
new battery hold downs for both battery banks
- Tidy
all plumbing and wiring around battery banks
by adding P-clips to hold items neatly and
safely
- Fit
new sideways looking driving lights
- Connect
and test air conditioner
- Make
and fit brackets to store short handled spade
- Make
and fit brackets to store long handled spade
- Make
and fit carry rack for motorbike
- Make
and fit new side mirror brackets for cab
- Make
and fit mechanism for unlatching and winding
spare tyre
- Fix
glovebox hinges
- Make
and fit grab rails on cab
- Modify
sling points on both motorbikes
- Remove
and replace warped section of ceiling
- Add
needle valve to poptop hydraulic lines
- Make
trailer for pushbikes
- Fit
bicycle computer (for digital kph speedo)
to truck
- Build
control panel & fit monitor, timers etc
- Build
& hang cupboard door
- Build
pelmets for kitchen
- Fit
new light and switch behind pelmet
- Respray
truck under body
- Respray
all tanks & fittings below bodyline
- Spray
entire body with nylon compound
- Make
brackets under body for security lights and
fit lights
- Connect
control relays and wire in security lights
- Connect
control relay for interior lights
- Connect
internal hot water system control
- Connect
timer for hot water system
- Fit
compass in cab
I'm
knackered just reading about it, still, as I said
in the last issue, Wothahellizat is now officially
finished although there is still some things to
do.
Thu
14 Mar
After another 4AM start we drive up the Bruce
Highway to the Sports Complex at Cooroy only to
find some good news and some bad news.
The
good news...the Complex is a great place to stay,
with showers and loos and only a couple of hundred
metres or so from the shops and main street. And
at $39 per week with power it's a real bargain.
The
bad news...camping will no longer be allowed at
the Cooroy Sporting Complex as of April this year.
And why? Apparently because of the bad conduct
of a CMCA member. If this is true, thanks for
nothing who ever you are, you've ruined a great
spot for the rest of us.

The campsite at the Cooroy Sports Complex.
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On
a lighter note, the circus is in residence across
the road from the Sporting Complex and, as we
pull into the camp site, the existing campers
think we are a circus vehicle that has made a
wrong turn.
Sun
17 Mar
Up with the sparrows today. A half-hour ride
to the Noosa National Park then a half-hour walk
to the point at the end of the park to be in place
for the sunrise.
It's
almost pitch black as I walk along the path. As
I round a corner I trip over the largest Black
Snake I've ever seen, I nearly crap myself before
I realise it's a length of three-inch AG pipe.

Checking camera settings at Noosa
Head. My old hat is covering my new
haircut.

The sunrise.

Looking South from Noosa Head.
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After
taking some photos at Noosa Head I drop down to
Granite Bay to look for some old friends, some
granite rocks. Two or three of my best shots were
taken here 1993 and again in 1995. The larger
rocks I find, but the thousands of smaller rounded
rocks that used to form a "beach" seem
to have gone, presumably due to some high seas
over the past couple of years.
And
talking of things that have gone, another of my
favourite shots was of a Pandanus bush overlooking
Granite Bay. I search for that as well, but all
I find is a plaque telling me how the Sunshine
Coast has a serious Pandanus dieback problem.
Eventually
I find the spot, the subject of my earlier photo
has gone, leaving nothing but a dead stump. But,
right next to it there is a baby Pandanus just
starting out, new life from old.
Tue
19 Mar
Another early start to catch the sunrise in
the National Park. This time I only go as far
as Granite bay, about half way along the Coast
Walk. I'd seen a potential shot here two days
ago, and it's just a matter of getting in place
before the sun rises over the point.

Boulders at Granite Bay, looking towards
Fairy Pools, 2002.

Same rocks, higher tide, seven years
ago.

Wonder why they call it Granite Bay?.
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Thu
21 Mar
We leave the Cooroy Sports Complex and head
to Tin Can Bay. It's been a good week camping
with some fellow motorhomers, indulging in a few
beers at happy hour and swapping stories about
life on the road.
Pulling
into Tin Can Bay we head directly to the Esplanade
only to find "No camping on the foreshore"
signs everywhere. By this time it's getting dark
and I'm not in the mood for driving all over the
countryside, so we select a spot on a side road,
not on the foreshore, and pull over.
A
quick dinner then, before going to bed, we program
the breadmaker to produce a loaf at 8:30 next
morning so we'll have some nice warm bread when
we wake. It makes quite a noise when it starts
kneading the dough, and I comment that it will
probably scare the daylights out of us in the
morning.
Fri
22 Mar
Sure enough at 5:30 we are woken by the breadmaker
kneading dough, and three hours to go before the
bread is ready. Chris goes for a walk while I
lie in.
Shortly
after a car pulls up and the driver gets out without
stopping the motor, not a good sign. While he
walks around the truck I peer from one of the
windows and see that the car door has something
like "Cooloola Shire Authorised Officer"
written on the side, that's not a good sign either.
He places a couple of sheets of paper on the cab
window and leaves.
When
he's out of sight I retrieve the sheets. One is
a polite note welcoming us to the shire and pointing
out that we're not allowed to camp in this location
(or any other location in town for that matter).
The other is a map showing us where we can camp,
somewhere out of town.
As
the bread's not ready we decide to leave Tin Can
Bay and check out the recommended site while on
our way to Rainbow Beach.
The
campsite is only a few ks out of town and not
a bad place as it happens. We earmark it as somewhere
to stay if Rainbow Beach doesn't work out, then
head to the coast.
On arrival we park in the car park at the end
of the main street. I get a motorbike out and
scout for a campsite on Inskip Point, while Chris
stays behind to fend off the tourists (busses
actually offloaded their passengers so they could
look at Wothahellizat). I return with bad news,
I could only find one camp site that we could
fit into, and that would be a tight squeeze, so
we decide to return to the shire-recommended camp
near Tin Can Bay at Cooloola Cove.
After
setting up camp we settle in to watch the world
go by from our deck. Giant cumulonimbus clouds
are forming over the coast so I set up the camera
and take a couple of shots.

Storm clouds over the coast. |
We then see that it's raining heavily over Fraser
Island and think "what else is new, when
we were there a few years ago it rained every
day".
The
coast is getting a real pasting and we are just
thinking it's a good thing we didn't camp there,
when we feel the first drops. Minutes later it
buckets down so we retreat to the lounge room.
We've
had a leak in the roof for ages and I've never
been able to find it. Recently I removed a ceiling
panel that had been warped by the water and replaced
it with a panel that was just screwed not glued
and therefore easily removable. This time, when
the leak appears, I remove the panel and notice
water flowing from behind a sheet of insulation.
I cut out a strip of the closed-cell foam, and
found our leak. Two screw holes, minus screws.
Sat
23 Mar
We decide to spend another day at Cooloola Cove,
it's a nice spot and I couldn't be bothered driving
anyway. Fortunately the rain has stopped, blown
away by the howling gale I suppose.

Scenery at the Caloola Cove campsite.

The view's great so we drop the deck.

You can't get much closer to the water
than this.

It's official, motorhomes can stay
here for two days. What campers and
caravaners do I'm not sure.
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Mon
25 Mar
Leaving the Tin Can Bay area we drive to Childers
and pull into the large-rig car park behind the
main street.
Some
time ago we learned that camping at Carnarvon
Gorge was to be commercialised and the National
Park's campground was going to close. Our first
reaction was that this will ruin the experience
of the gorge and that we won't go there again,
but today we thought we'd ring and see what the
new deal is.
As
it happens there is a hiccup in the change over,
so the old campsite has been reopened for a few
weeks. We instantly make a booking as this will
probably be our last chance to stay right in the
gorge.
While
on the phone I ring one of the new private campground
operators to see what they are offering, a camp
for twice the price that's bloody miles from the
gorge, that's what. Whereas you used to be able
to camp right next to the gorge's trail head,
you will now have to break camp to drive yourself
into the park for the day, or maybe catch a shuttle
bus or something.
The
National Park's blurb states that the private
operators are offering "superior facilities",
which may be the case, but with a superior price
and inferior location. Another case of the powers-that-be
sticking it to the average person.
When
will authorities and park owners realise that
there are a lot of people out there that don't
want or need "superior facilities",
just a pleasant spot that's safe.
We
take the back road to Bundaberg, through Goodwood,
and book into the Bargara Beach Caravan Park once
again.
Tue
26 Mar
It's shopping day, we've decided to buy enough
food to last us three months so we borrow my Dad's
car and head down to Wollies. Naturally we can't
buy three months worth of some items, like perishables,
but we can sure get most things.
It
takes just about all day to buy the food and pack
it away in the rig. It is quite amazing to see
a station wagon full of food disappear into the
motor home and under the floor without a trace,
and we still have one empty under-floor storage
bin and another one about half empty (or is that
half full?).

Three months of food stored in the floor. |
Last
time we were in Bundaburg we ordered 48 bottles
of Satay sauce, Coles had to order it in specially,
they thought we owned a restaurant. This time
we cleaned both Coles and Wollies out of many
things, for example.
- 48
chicken breasts, all they had
- 12
cartons of So-Good Banana Soy, we cleared
the shelves but really wanted 24 so will have
to go back
- 11
bottles of orange cordial
- 10
packets of breadmix, enough for 40 loaves
- 12
packets of breakfast cereal
- 16
packets of noodles
- 12
packets of Saltine biscuits
- 18
dunny rolls
- 12
boxes of ice cream cones
- 6
bottles of long life milk
- 32
tins of mixed fruit
- 8
dozen stubbies of beer
There
is a heap of other items, but that should give
you the idea. Why buy so much?, well firstly the
next few months will see us in some out-of-the-way
places where much of the food we like is unavailable
or expensive. Secondly I hate supermarkets with
a vengeance, so any scenario that only sees me
in one every three months or so gets my vote.
And thirdly, we have the storage so why not?
Fri
29 Mar
We go out early this morning and return to find
that the madding crowds we like to avoid have
moved in and surrounded us with tents. We'd forgotten
that it was Easter, holidays mean little to us
these days, they're just an inconvenience because
the shops are closed. For hours all we can here
is the tink, tink, tink of tent pegs being bashed
into the ground, loud kids and even louder parents.
For
months now people have been asking where we're
going and what our itinerary is and I've had to
say that we don't have one. This often doesn't
compute with people used to cramming as much as
possible into a four-week holiday so I thought
it's about time we also had an itinerary.
So,
after days of studying maps and calendars and
reading up on all the National Parks and places
of interest I've come up with the following. It's
still not quite finished, but it's pretty close.
Summer
- somewhere down south
Autumn - somewhere over west
Winter - somewhere up north
Spring - somewhere in the east
There,
now we know exactly where we'll be at any one
time simply by referring to our itinerary.
Wed
3 Apr
The generator died today. We used it yesterday
to top up the batteries, after days of poor weather,
but when we started it today there was no 240v
power being produced.
It
was quite obviously an electrical problem (as
opposed to mechanical) because most of the generator's
functions were ok, so I took it to the local Honda
dealer, told them the symptoms and also that it
was urgent because we want to leave town on Friday.
I give them my phone number and they say they'll
ring next morning as soon as they've looked at
it.
Thurs
4 Apr
By 3PM, after pruning some of my Dad's trees,
there was still no word from the dealer (why do
Australian businesses NEVER ring back) so I ring
them. "Oh it's an electrical problem"
they say "and our electrical guy is away
'till Monday, try taking it to XY Electrical".
I
drive into the dealer to pick up the generator
and try to give them a mild bollocking for not
ringing me, but the fellow behind the counter
seems disinclined to take me seriously so I pick
up the generator and take it to the car.
As I bend over to unlock the rear hatch I catch
my reflection on the window. There is half a tree
branch stuck in my beard, they're probably still
laughing about the feral-looking "treebeard"
and his generator.
I
had previously rang XY Electrical and was informed
that they fix Honda generators "all the time",
so I remove my extra foliage, drive across town
and drop it on the bench at XY, in front of a
technician with a worried look on his face. I
am immediately suspicious.
"Oh
it's one of those new ones" he says,
thereby confirming my suspicions. Sure enough
they can't fix it either.
Later...
I
think my hearing must be on the fritz. While typing
this diary entry, with the TV going in the background,
I hear an advertisement for "brass undies".
I've just got to see these I think, and poke my
head around the corner to find that the ad was
in fact for "bras and undies".
Well
I did wonder about the practicality of metal underwear,
for the average person at least, Roman gladiators
maybe, but then the "Roman Gladiator"
demographic would hardly justify an ad on prime
time TV.
Sun
7 Apr
The Council Of Australian Governments (COAG) was
held last week. By all accounts they agreed on
heaps of stuff, or at least came to some compromises.
Now call me cynical, but I've always thought that
whenever you get several politicians and/or bureaucrats
together all you get is COAGulation.
While
writing the above paragraph I have a brainout
and forget how to spell "bureaucrat",
I reach for my Macquarie Dictionary and find the
following description...
"an
official who works by fixed routine without exercising
intelligent judgment"
Hmmm,
those dictionary guys really know their stuff.
Mon
8 Apr
More drama with the generator. The dealer's "electrical
guy" is back from holiday, he confirms the
diagnosis, and begins to fill out some forms to
get Honda to approve the repairs under warranty.
Then he finds that the serial numbers on our warranty
papers don't match those on the machine.
We
bought the generator a year or so ago and a couple
of thousand kilometres away, so now I have to
make several long distance phone calls to try
and sort the matter out.
Lesson
for full timers
When you purchase a piece of equipment, check
your warranty details before you leave
town.
Anyway
we appear to have that sorted, good thing to because
the part required to fix the generator is expensive.
Now get this, the entire generator cost us $1590
a year ago, the part to fix it costs $1200! This
worries me a lot, next time it may not be covered.
For
the record the generator is a Honda EU10i, one
of those new inverter-style units, and it's the
inverter that's gone belly up.
On
the way home I notice a whiff of smoke ahead.
As I draw nearer I can see a mound of dirt which
appears to be a fire that has been covered in
an attempt to put it out. A vain attempt as it
happens, because the grass around the mound is
alight.
There
appears to be nobody in attendance and the flames
are slowly spreading towards the neighbouring
house and cane fields. I stop, run to the house
and knock on the door. No answer. I run to the
rear of the house to find the owner head down
and bum up under the bonnet of his car, with the
engine running.
"G'day"
I say. No Answer, "G'DAY" I repeat.
A head appears from under the bonnet. "I
think you've got a fire getting out of hand..."
"Oh shit", he obviously knows what I
am referring to.
He
grabs a bucket and runs. If there had been three
strapping young lads there I would simply have
left them to it, but this guy is alone and seventy
five if he is a day, so I grab a long-handled
shovel and follow.
Before
long we have it under control and I leave, "Thanks
mate" he says as I walk away and I remember
thinking about the idea of Karma and how you get
back what you give out.
Within
two days someone was to help me and reinforce
the Karmic theory.
Tue
9 Apr
I've had a slow leak in a tyre for a week or so
now but have been putting off the job of fixing
it. I have a good excuse though, you see the weather's
been pretty overcast lately so the batteries are
not fully charged, and I really need a lot of
power to run the compressor if I'm going to change
a tyre.
So
today we move to a powered site and I get to it.
We deliberately selected a site well away from
the remaining campers because I know that my working
on these big wheels would attract people like
a three-ring circus.
Sure
enough two blokes do come over before long, and
guess what, they're professional tyre fitters
from Brisbane.
Now
I'm quite capable of fixing the tube myself, but
they seem willing to help so I stand back hoping
to pick up some new tricks.
A
good plan as it turns out because I do learn a
thing or two.
Wed
10 Apr
We leave Bargara. I'm sad to say goodbye to my
parents, but at the same time happy to be on the
road again.
We've
stocked up on diesel, food, gas, water, and film.
Hopefully we won't have to buy much of anything
for two or three months.
So,
we're gassed up, fuelled up, fooded up, watered
up, filmed up and on the road. Finally, after
six months, we're heading west and away from the
east coast.
But
not for long.
After
a while I notice a motorist beeping her horn and
waving out her window. I pull over, get out of
the cab, and as we approach each other she says
"I think there's something wrong with your
front tyre", we walk to the front of the
truck, "I'm a truckie's wife" she continues
"and something just didn't look right from
behind".
We
reach the front but everything looks OK on the
outside, however on the inside there's a bulge
the size of an orange. If that had blown we would
have been in deep doo doo.
I
think my good deed just came back to me, was it
Karma or the little ivory Budda my Mum gave me,
I did rub his tummy and that's supposed to bring
good luck.
The
woman lives just up the road and says we can pull
in there as she has some equipment that may help.
We
limp a few Ks and pull into her drive. I start
my compressor and proceed to extract the appropriate
tools. I'm just thinking that it's fairly hard
work changing these big wheels, but not to bad
if you have a compressor to run a rattle gun when,
Tshhhhhhhhhhhhh
The
compressor blows a poofer valve. I try to fix
it but it's a tight fit in the compartment and
just too difficult to get in there for the moment.
Our current priority is to change the tyre so
it's back to the old-fashioned method with a tyre
lever.

The bulge in one of the front tyres. |
Not
long after we have the wheel swapped with our
spare but we now need a replacement tyre. After
several phone calls it's not looking good, until
one dealer remembers that Hervey Bay Bridgstone
just bought a heap of 1200x20 wheels and tyres
but they only wanted the rims.
Another
call confirms this, so it looks like we're headed
back east to Hervey Bay after getting all of 30
Ks on our great western adventure.
We
spend the night at the Gin Gin rest area.
Thu
11 Apr
We drive down the highway to Torbanlea then turn
off to Hervey Bay. On entering the town we pull
over in a field, Chris makes lunch while I extract
a bike and chat to some people who "saw it
on TV".
After
lunch I whip into Bob's Tyres to verify that the
tyres are what we want. They are, and they'll
supply them fitted for $150 each (we've decided
to do both front wheels as the other one was the
same vintage as the bulging tyre), for that price
they can fit them.
I
park the truck outside their workshop and proceed
to work on the compressor while Bob's boys change
my tyres. I thought they'd have all sorts of hydraulic
bead breakers and fancy tools but no, they just
bash away with the same tools I use.
At
4 o'clock the job's done and I've ascertained
that I can't fix the compressor's regulator, so
I decide to get rid of it entirely. The Hervey
Bay shire is not camper friendly (big notices
as you enter the shire informing us of a $3570
fine for camping) so I buy a half-inch-BSP to
half-inch-barb fitting for the compressor and
we head out of town, there's plenty of places
that are camper friendly.
As
we leave town we pass one of those new road-safety
bill boards, this one proclaimed "Is there
a nut loose at the wheel of your car?", I
bloody hope not I thought, but make a mental note
to check the nuts on the front wheels.
Fri
12 Apr
An early cuppa and we drive straight to Biggenden.
The map shows a small national park nearby so
we park in town and I recce the park on a bike.
It's a great spot so we move the truck.
Mount
Walsh National Park is one of the little gems
that everyone drives passed. It's just eight kilometres
out of Biggenden, there's a nice camping area
with loos right at the base of a part of Mt Walsh
called The Bluff, a spectacular granite cliff.

Parked below Mt Walsh. |
There
are some really nice cloud formations so I head
off on the bike looking for shots.

This is a seriously nice landscape
so I get the big camera out.

A trough and shelter with Mt Walsh
in the background.

Mt Walsh again, this time framed by
some trees.
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Sat
13 Apr
We drive all day and make it to Monto. Just a
long boring day really with little to do except
ponder on life's imponderables. For example, while
passing some roadworks I noticed a sign stating
that "Loose stones drive slowly" which
left me wondering if that's why they gather no
moss.
We
arrive at 4PM to find that the rest area we intended
to stay at is being rebuilt, so we find a nice
grassy field on the outskirts of town.
Next
Issue
Our gearbox goes belly up. We hit the gorges,
Cania and Carnarvon.
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