Well here we are, sitting up
in sunny Queensland wondering if we should go further
south for the summer or just hang in here.
Our original plan was to go
south but what the heck, it's nice up here so why leave?
That's the great thing about this lifestyle.
We've spent the past three
months staying with friends near Caboolture. In that time
I've done over seventy jobs on the truck and am now declaring
it finished. Not that it will ever really be finished
but it's near enough.
Gee you're lucky
If I had a buck for every time someone said that to me
I really would be lucky.
Yes we are lucky. Lucky to
live in a country where this lifestyle is safe and achievable,
lucky to have been born with a certain aptitude that allowed
us to do this,
It wasn't luck that worked
everyday for years building the motor home, it wasn't
luck that went out and got the skills required to do the
job, it wasn't luck that worked long hours for years earning
good money and promotions, it wasn't luck that didn't
blow that money on fast cars and five-star trips to Bali
and it wasn't luck that decided not to have children knowing
that they reduce our financial options,
Yes we've been lucky, but we also worked like stink for years
and built on that luck. We did it and so can you.
Till next time then, and remember,
Don't Dream it, Be it!
Tue 6 Nov 2001
We stay a couple of days but my mum doesn't like the thought
of us living "on the side of the road". I try to convince
her that we were not exactly sleeping in a cardboard box under
a bridge, but eventually we move into one of the local caravan
Wed 7 Nov 2001
The Bagara caravan park is situated at the very northern end
of town and is a great place to stay. We park in the no-power
section, a beautiful grassy area with massive fig trees for
The no-power area, we park in the sun but there's great
shade if you want it.
Palm trees on the beach, just across the road from the
Fri 11 Nov 2001
Today we had two Lorikeets (very brightly coloured parrots)
land on the railing. I throw a piece of bread onto the deck
and they pounce on it. One is obviously dominant and takes the
lion's share, so I throw another piece to the other.
This goes on for some time. One piece falls
short and lands in the lounge room. In their strange hopping
gait, the bolder of the two comes in for it and the other follows.
They fly back to the railing, where one of them leaves us a
little message before flying off.
As I write this one of them returns, this
time he flies straight into the lounge room and perches on the
settee, we are both sitting in the recliners with the foot rests
up, and he was only inches from our feet. For a while I think
he is going to jump right onto my big toe.
These two birds become regular visitors, flying
directly into the motorhome and sometimes landing on my shoulder
We're finding that the local bird life seems
to enjoy our deck. We've had everything from Kookaburras using
it as a lookout, to parrots using it as a dining table, I just
hope no eagles get the idea.
Tue 22 Nov 2001
We go over to my parent's place this evening. Chris on the pushbike
and me on the motorbike, for a short while I ride next to her.
There is a strong head wind and she is not going very fast when
we pass a young fellow out for a walk. We must have looked like
we were training for a triathlon or something as he decides
to join in.
Sprinting to catch up he then settles into
a pace that matches ours. He's wearing white shorts and shirt
and reminded me of the guys in 'Chariots of Fire' running on
the beach. I am getting tired of going so slow so I accelerate
and leave them to it, with the sound of the movie's theme tune
ringing in my ears.
Sat 24 Nov 2001
I ride home tonight in the pouring rain. One thing about Queensland
is that it's seldom cold, even when it's raining, so that isn't
a problem, but dodging the cane toads is. I must look like I'm
drunk as I weave in and out the froggy 'speed bumps'.
Sun 9 Dec 2001
I've spent the last week or so recording about 30 of my old
vinyl albums onto CDs, a simple but time-consuming process.
Tomorrow we must leave and head back to Elimbah
(just north of Caboolture) to do some work on the truck.
Tue 11 Dec 2001
We arrive at Peter & Marie's place in Elimbah and settle
into our 'usual' spot under the pine trees.
Parked under the pine trees.
The view from our lounge room.
Thu 13 Dec 2001
The truck moves into the shed and I remove its rear wheels.
Dave and his offsiders cut the axles off, measure things up,
then weld them back on. Hopefully this will correct our crabbing
The axles are cut off with an Air Arc Gouger.
We also have had severe tyre wear on the back
axle and general consensus is that a set of shock absorbers
would fix this (the 6x6 ACCOs don't have shockies on the rear
Mon 17 Dec 2001
I've decided to add shockies to the truck's two rear axles while
it's up on stands with the wheels off.
I've purchased four Monroe-wylie shockies
from a local second-hand dealer, off a Unimog he thought but
they are exactly the same as those on Peter's truck and the
front of mine. So they're really off an ACCO.
To verify this I ring Monroe and quote their
part number from the box, they've never heard of it!
Over the next day or so I'll make the appropriate
brackets, the bottom ones get welded to the axles and the top
ones bolted to the chassis (you don't weld to a chassis), this
means drilling 12 holes in the truck's double chassis rails
which is bloody hard work.
Wed 19 Dec 2001
I've had a fairly hard day (by my standards that is) working
on the truck and it's after dark when I stop. Peter comes over
from the house with a couple of beers, and we stand under the
mercury vapour lights shooting the breeze.
The place was swarming with bugs, big
bugs. A massive moth lands on Peter's belt, looking rather like
a bizarre buckle. A Rhino beetle lands on my foot and latches
onto a sandal strap.
After a few minutes I notice and comment that
we were standing having a beer wearing a four-inch moth and
two-inch beetle. Peter just said "Yep, we're in Queensland".
I have visions of some weird planet where the denizens use live
animals as clasps for their clothing.
Speaking of Rhino beetles we've been woken
up recently by a banging on the roof that sounds as if someone's
up there bashing with a mallet.
Dave had told me of this, but it still took
a while for me to realize what was happening. Kookaburras like
to eat Rhino beetles but don't like the heads (if you saw the
horn that gives the beetle its name you'd realize why) so they
fly the unfortunate insect to the roof and bash the b'jeebers
out of it until the head comes off. Charming.
While on the subject of wildlife, Mark has
found a Blue Tongue lizard in the house. He catches it and releases
it in the bush, after a photo op of course.
Mark (the "Snake Man") shows off the Blue Tongue
lizard before releasing it.
Thu 20 Dec 2001
Peter needs a photo of Slineaway on a dirt road with the Glasshouse
mountains in the background. We can't find a spot with all the
mountains so settled for Mt Tibrogargan.
Slineaway hits the dirt near the Glasshouse Mountains.
Fri 21 Dec 2001
We finally get tyres. I found three at a local second-hand dealer
and another three from a steel fabricator who uses them on the
land planes he builds.
I have also purchased the appropriate equipment
for changing tyres, so we have become even more independent.
Peter, Mark and I change one of the tyres,
and by the end we're all a bit knackered. We inflate it only
to find bulges appearing on the side walls, the tyre is no good.
I can't wait to do this by myself in the heat
and dust of the outback.
The truck parked in Dave's workshop, a newly changed wheel/tyre
on the ground.
I've completed the changing of the tyres.
It's hard work, each wheel/tyre combination being four feet
in diameter and weighing about 150 kilos.
The six running wheels were bad enough but
at least they were galvanised rims (no rust). The spare however
was not galvanised, and the rim has rusted under the rust band.
My sliding bead breaker is no match for the
rusted on tyre, so I have to resort to breaking the bead with
a high lift jack.
Using a high lift jack under the bull bar to break the bead
on a recalcitrant tyre.
I then pour lubricant into the bead and wait
a few hours. Eventually I persuade the tyre to leave the rim.
Before replacing it with a radial, I paint the rim with cold
gal and smear rubber grease on it. The new tyre literally falls
onto the rim.
We thought we'd start a Tyres-R-Us franchise.
Wed 26 Dec 2001
39 degrees three days in a row. Two days ago it was too hot
to work, yesterday was Christmas day, but today I built the
lower brackets for the new stabilisers I'm adding to the truck.
39 degrees and I'm flame cutting and welding
steel, oh well it' got to be done sometime.
Sun 30 Dec 2001
What a storm. At about 5:30PM the sky fell on the Sunshine Coast.
Chris battened down the truck while I run to the workshop to
find overflowing gutters and horizontal rain drenching tools.
I move things to safety, struggle with the
large sliding doors in the gale and flickering lights caused
by a faltering power supply, then return to the truck to wait
the storm out.
Shortly after that the power fails entirely,
no problem for us as the inverter just takes over without missing
After an hour or so the power is still off
so we decide to do something about the fridge and freezer in
Peter and Marie's house (they are away for the weekend).
I remove our generator from its possie in
the truck and install it in the garage. After a brief period
during which I struggle with a moral dilemma, whether to use
the generator for the beer fridge or the food fridge, I decide
to save the food.
Our small generator won't run both the fridge
and the freezer (they're both very large) so we elect to save
the freezer's contents.
Later we swap the generator to the fridge,
fill the tank with petrol and go to bed. Sometime during the
night it ran out of fuel.
Mon 31 Dec 2001
Rising at 5:30AM we find the power still off and decide to have
a cuppa then restart the generator.
While watching the NSW Bushfire News on TV
and drinking our first heart starter Chris notices that the
batteries had risen to 26.7 volts. That means that they are
in a state of float charge and, at this time of day, can only
mean that the power has returned.
We return to the house to plug in the fridge
and freezer. Chris goes to open the front door and recoils,
there's a frog perched on the doorknob.
Yep, we're in Queensland as Peter would say.
On ACCOs the winch cable runs down the side
of the chassis, and the addition of shock absorbers and stabilizers
means that it has to be re-routed to clear them.
This means that I have to construct two rollers
to force the cable out around the shockies and another to bring
it back into line with the chassis.
The new shockies and winch cable rollers.
A closer view.
All this, plus adding upper mounts for the
shockies, means that I've drilled 25 holes (plus another 25
pilot holes) in the chassis over the past few days.
Drilling holes in a double chassis rail is
not fun. With a high-torque low-speed drill you use all your
body weight to force the bit through the steel for the majority
of the hole, but as you near the end you have to back off and
chew slowly at the material or the bit can break through too
soon and jam. Even if you do slow down the bit often bites the
Now usually during the course of hole drilling
in chassis you have two stationary objects (the truck and the
drill) connected by a spinning object (the drill bit).
But when the bit stops something else has
to spin, and you can bet it won't be the truck.
What with pressing the drill to my chest with
all my weight and being bashed around by a spinning hand tool
I've been a little bruised lately.
Thu 3 Jan 2002
It's been quite hot recently and we've been using the pool a
bit. One person however who will not use the pool is it's owner,
Apparently the only time he's been in it was
some time ago and that was an accident. It seems that, while
skylarking, Peter wound up in the pool fully clothed. Remarkably
he saved his beer by holding it high, like a heroic Aussie version
of the Statue of Liberty.
One can only wonder how long he would have
stayed immersed before deciding that air was more important
than beer :-)
Sat 13 Jan 2002
Peter needs a hand collecting pipes on Stradbroke Island today
so at 4AM I'm in the passenger seat of his Scania.
As we cruise down the highway the merest sliver
of a new moon rises over the mangroves. A great photo op but
we have a barge to catch.
The Stradbroke barge, the ramp approach angle doesn't look
much but apparently busses regularly get stuck.
We're booked to return on the 1:30 barge and
have plenty of time so Peter organizes for us to board the mine's
giant processing plant.
This plant weighs about 4000 tonnes. It floats
with its dredge on a lake that moves around the island as sand
is dredged from one end, stripped of Rutile and other minerals,
and deposited on the other end.
On the processing plant, control room windows on the right.
The processing plant is connected to the shore with giant
umbilicals. Here we see one of them, you get onto the
plant by walking along the pontoons.
These devices separate the minerals from the sand. Their
technical name is "spirally things".
The land then has to be reconstructed as close
as possible to the the original, including rebuilding the hills,
valleys, drainage etc. Of course they can't put fully grown
trees back but I saw areas that were mined ten years ago and
they did look natural.
As we leave the plant we passed a valve on
a 12" pipe, you could hear the water rushing through the
valve and the power is incredible. If one of those pipes blows
anywhere near you it will definitely ruin your day.
With the sightseeing done we get to work loading
the pipes we'd come over to collect.
Most were cut into six metre lengths the other
day so we just have to load them. Peter operates the digger
as a crane and I do the dogging.
Peter picks up a pipe with the digger.
Fri 25 Jan 2002
We borrow a car and drive back up to Bagara for a few days to
visit my parents. These days I either ride a motorcycle or drive
the truck so doing 300-odd ks in a normal car was a little strange.
We book into a nice motel right on the beach,
$80 a night, ouch. It really hurts to pay for accommodation
when we're used to bringing it with us. Likewise for food, $15
for lunch in a service station whereas we would usually park
someplace nice and have a feed for almost nothing.
Sun 27 Jan 2002
We return to Elimbah. It's nice to be back "home"
but I'm getting itchy feet, there's still work to do on the
truck but I'm starting to think that some of it can wait. The
road is calling.
Wed 6 Feb 2002
We went to see Lord of the Rings the other day, I just loved
it but then I've been a "Ringy" for years. I first
read LotR and The Hobbit in the early 70s and have read them
several times since, including a couple of weeks ago to refresh
my memory before seeing the film.
I've always been interested in doing some
film making so I thought I'd have a crack at my own version,
let's start with the title and some of the main players. (If
you aren't familiar with the characters in LotR then you should
probably skip this).
Gonedeaf - the somewhat hard-of-hearing wizard
Fraudo - he's not what he seems
Grimly - the dour Dwarf
Elround - the tall and lean leader of Rivendull
Legless - he's an Elf, but not as nimble as most
Bauron - the evil but really uninteresting bad
Arrogant(Prider) - direct decendant of the Gondor
kings, and does he know it
Dorcs - not real bright, they work for the bad
guys and are really ugly
Blobbits - a friendly if somewhat portly race
Rivendull - The
home of Elround, not much happens here
The Shire - home of the Blobbits
Mordorcs - The ring must be destroyed in a volcano
trouble is there is more Dorcs here that anywhere else
There that's the hard part done,
now if I could just afford a video camera...
Sat 9 Feb 2002
I got to thinking about getting gas bottles refilled and the
difficulty of transporting them even a couple of hundred yards
if we can't get the truck near enough. Also there's all sorts
of occasions where we might want to carry stuff for longish
distances, shopping for example.
So, I've decided to build a trolley. At first
I though a simple hand barrow would do but as the idea grew
I decided to make a trailer for the pushbikes.
Pushbike trailers cost about $250 and they
don't fold down for storage so, as usual, I got to and made
Thu 14 Feb 2002
Because our truck is old it has a MPH speedo which I find a
pain, not so much for the speedo but for the trip meter facility.
Naturally all signs are in kilometres these days and I get sick
So I've installed a bicycle computer as a
speedo. If it works out I'll write a tech talk article about
how to do it (there are some traps).
Thu 7 Mar 2002
Work work work, for three months I've been working on the motor
home but that's it, I've declared it officially finished. We've
packed up and had planned to leave tomorrow but there's a party
on Saturday so maybe we'll hang around for that and head off
Sat 9 Mar 2002
I had a number two today, no not that, a haircut. I finally
got sick of having bad-hair days so a couple of weeks ago we
bought one of those haircutting kits, but its taken me this
long to get the guts to use it.
I started with a number five comb on the shears
but that hardly had any affect so I bit the bullet and pulled
out the number two.
The hair was flying thick and fast for a while
but when the dust settled there was a new, even more feral-looking,
man sitting on the stool.
So now I'm in "low maintenance"
mode. With a full beard and a crew cut, grooming is a simple
and infrequent affair that I can do myself.
Sun 10 Mar 2002
We finally leave Elimbah and head down the road, all the way
to Caboolture (10k). After stopping briefly in a spot we thought
would be a good camp we change our minds and drive to Deception
It's nearly dark as we pull into a nice spot
right on the Pumicestone Passage. Some passing walkers point
to a sign lying face down in the sand. "It's a No Camping
sign" they say, "the ranger moved someone on last
We thank them for the warning but stay put.
No ranger turns up, at least not until after 4AM when we leave
and rejoin the Bruce Highway, southbound for Brisbane.