Trevor wrote:
So, this road trip Don, Guitars, Hookers, Moonshine Run or all of the above, c'mon spill the beans.
It all started with a simple phone conversation a few months ago.
Our little K1W1 mate expressed a desire to pay a visit to a place called Cameron Corner in south west Queensland.
Being the glutton for punishment that I am, I said why not do a little road trip and have a look at it then.
So there we were a few months later with about 10 minutes planning under our belts getting ready to head west.
The mad Kiwi made his way from Hervey Bay on the Friday in preparation for our departure on Saturday morning.
With the trusty old Hilux loaded we made an early (well 9.30 is early) start on Saturday morning.
600ks later we found ourselves setting up camp in a place called Yowah. A nice little out of the way place that is populated by opal miners.
Day 2 saw an early start as we hit the road again, still heading towards the dreaded corner. We stopped for fuel in a place called Thargomindah and after a very short break we were the underway again. It was around this time we worked out that it was much too hot to be doing this, but as we are such a committed bunch decided that we would tough it out and keep going. Next stop was Noccundra, just to check out where we would be setting up camp later in the day. Once again we hit the road and continued heading for the corner. All the while with me telling the Kiwi that there is a whole lot of nothing to look at out here. That and how darn hot it was. About 3 hours later we arrive at the dreaded corner where someone gave me a blank look and said "is this it" to which I replied yet this is it. A crossroad and a pub and a post stuck in the ground marking the intersection of 3 states. Queensland, New South Wales and South Australia. After a few comments about how hot is was and a few photos it was off to the pub for a cold one. After just the one drink (me being the responsible driver that I am) we were on the road back the way we came heading for our dinner camp location. After a bit of a late arrival we set about getting dinner ready. It was right around this time that we were invaded by flying ants (or was this the night before. It was all a blur to me
). Monday saw another early start as we loaded up and headed towards a place called Eromanga. As we drove into town we noticed that the local pub also served coffee so in we went. I can't remember the last time I enjoyed a coffee so much (and not just because John played for it
). Refreshed by the coffee we headed off again. Lunch time saw us in a place called Quilpie. With nothing better to do we stopped a the only bakery in town and grabbed some much needed food. After this short interlude it was back on the road heading towards Charleville. A quick tour of Charleville saw us on the road again heading towards out next camping spot. An hour later saw us looking at about 6 million black ants crawling around with me saying something about not camping here. After a quick chat it was decided that we just keep driving back to Roma (about another 3 hours drive). So ended the road trip to beat all road trips.
I'm sure that John will add any of the bits I have left out.