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Day 23 - Comeroo Station to Burren Junction - Tues 3 Nov 2015
The sounds of a farm wake us this morning; a rooster crowing, calves moo-ing, sheep in the pens bleating, the odd bark of a dog, an old stud bull getting up early and packing his swag up, waking everyone else. We can hear Chris in the outdoor kitchen sorting out a great breakfast for us, toast and scrambled eggs. Her chooks are laying well at the moment and it gives her an opportunity to use some eggs and a good feed for us. We hold our usual fines and awards ceremony and then Bruce and Chris surprise us with a ripper donation of a cheque for $500 for the RFDS. We are blown away by their generosity, having fed us tea and breakfast, let us use their facilities and then they give us a donation. Fantastic.
The situation today was that we needed to push further towards the coast but be at a pub somewhere to watch the Melbourne Cup. Brad and Bruce worked out a mission the previous evening to reach the pub at Burren Junction by 1430hrs. We would execute this in our usual manner with key points being an early start with no dicking around and push along on the road, no scavenger hunts. Administratively we would stop at Brewarrina for fuel and coffee, lunch would be made up as we go along and we would sleep somewhere around the Burren Junction area. Communications were improving for us as we had more instances of mobile phone coverage as we got back into more settled areas and reduced our remoteness. Safety was stressed. We are all tired so keep an eye on that and due to the early start and the less arid country there was a very high possibility of meeting an animal of some type on the track. Any questions?
And indeed we did meet animals. There were plenty of kangaroos and emus, also goannas and the Max crew spotted and inspected a snake. The closet encounter of the animal kind was experienced by Brad and Joc. They were riding along when an emu joined them on the track running beside Joc with Brad behind and to the side. These animals are predictable when running along; they will do something stupid. This one did a hard left turn and ran into the back of Joc’s bike. As Brad, who had a bird’s eye view describes it, “there was a flurry of feathers, then two legs sticking up in the air and then it was gone as we kept riding away.” It was last seen lying in the middle of the track shaking its head before getting up and walking away, no worse for the encounter and our intrepid duo were unharmed but amused.
The country also changed today as we went through a transition in and use. From the red station outback schema that we had grown used to the landscape changed as the miles flicked away, with more trees and shrubs and even a little grass, thickening as we went with bigger trees and finally a change from grazing to cropping. Around Burren Junction the fields were full of crops ripe for harvesting. Many paddocks had harvesters in them, one had five. All however were silent as the recent and predicted rain had stopped the harvest. Many large trucks were parked up at the pub we stopped at, drivers lounging around looking at the sky and the phone, waiting for the call to move out and move on with the harvest. In our time here the call didn’t come and the massive machines sat silent.
We got to see the Melbourne Cup but none of us picked it, despite a few pointers that we identified with 20/20 hindsight. The pub was full of local ladies and senior citizens who had enjoyed a Melbourne Cup lunch and local cockies and farmers who dropped in to have a look as the race stopped the nation. I doubt that it would have stopped the harvest if it was running.
The evening saw us sitting around enjoying a beer and catching up with home as we had good phone coverage. A few of us caught the news on the tele and although there was no Jane Bunn there was some interesting weather news. The situation was that storms and widespread rains were developing and would be sweeping across the countryside that we would travel. There were very high chances of rain in most areas, including in Byron Bay for the next few days. One forecaster on Facebook was talking supercells, rotating vortices and a whole range of stuff that we didn’t like and didn’t want to meet. This and a spirited discussion on what the name of the TTT6 movie should be filled up our evening as we tried to reduce the quantity of goon that we had. Why worry about challenges that we knew we could meet? Circle of influence, circle of concern.
The sounds of a farm wake us this morning; a rooster crowing, calves moo-ing, sheep in the pens bleating, the odd bark of a dog, an old stud bull getting up early and packing his swag up, waking everyone else. We can hear Chris in the outdoor kitchen sorting out a great breakfast for us, toast and scrambled eggs. Her chooks are laying well at the moment and it gives her an opportunity to use some eggs and a good feed for us. We hold our usual fines and awards ceremony and then Bruce and Chris surprise us with a ripper donation of a cheque for $500 for the RFDS. We are blown away by their generosity, having fed us tea and breakfast, let us use their facilities and then they give us a donation. Fantastic.
The situation today was that we needed to push further towards the coast but be at a pub somewhere to watch the Melbourne Cup. Brad and Bruce worked out a mission the previous evening to reach the pub at Burren Junction by 1430hrs. We would execute this in our usual manner with key points being an early start with no dicking around and push along on the road, no scavenger hunts. Administratively we would stop at Brewarrina for fuel and coffee, lunch would be made up as we go along and we would sleep somewhere around the Burren Junction area. Communications were improving for us as we had more instances of mobile phone coverage as we got back into more settled areas and reduced our remoteness. Safety was stressed. We are all tired so keep an eye on that and due to the early start and the less arid country there was a very high possibility of meeting an animal of some type on the track. Any questions?
And indeed we did meet animals. There were plenty of kangaroos and emus, also goannas and the Max crew spotted and inspected a snake. The closet encounter of the animal kind was experienced by Brad and Joc. They were riding along when an emu joined them on the track running beside Joc with Brad behind and to the side. These animals are predictable when running along; they will do something stupid. This one did a hard left turn and ran into the back of Joc’s bike. As Brad, who had a bird’s eye view describes it, “there was a flurry of feathers, then two legs sticking up in the air and then it was gone as we kept riding away.” It was last seen lying in the middle of the track shaking its head before getting up and walking away, no worse for the encounter and our intrepid duo were unharmed but amused.
The country also changed today as we went through a transition in and use. From the red station outback schema that we had grown used to the landscape changed as the miles flicked away, with more trees and shrubs and even a little grass, thickening as we went with bigger trees and finally a change from grazing to cropping. Around Burren Junction the fields were full of crops ripe for harvesting. Many paddocks had harvesters in them, one had five. All however were silent as the recent and predicted rain had stopped the harvest. Many large trucks were parked up at the pub we stopped at, drivers lounging around looking at the sky and the phone, waiting for the call to move out and move on with the harvest. In our time here the call didn’t come and the massive machines sat silent.
We got to see the Melbourne Cup but none of us picked it, despite a few pointers that we identified with 20/20 hindsight. The pub was full of local ladies and senior citizens who had enjoyed a Melbourne Cup lunch and local cockies and farmers who dropped in to have a look as the race stopped the nation. I doubt that it would have stopped the harvest if it was running.
The evening saw us sitting around enjoying a beer and catching up with home as we had good phone coverage. A few of us caught the news on the tele and although there was no Jane Bunn there was some interesting weather news. The situation was that storms and widespread rains were developing and would be sweeping across the countryside that we would travel. There were very high chances of rain in most areas, including in Byron Bay for the next few days. One forecaster on Facebook was talking supercells, rotating vortices and a whole range of stuff that we didn’t like and didn’t want to meet. This and a spirited discussion on what the name of the TTT6 movie should be filled up our evening as we tried to reduce the quantity of goon that we had. Why worry about challenges that we knew we could meet? Circle of influence, circle of concern.