Caravanning Camping Touring
Let me share some of our stories with you. I'll try to keep it fun and interesting, with heaps of photos, hints, tips and reviews all relating to life on the road.
Picture this. You’re pottering around the camp, cleaning up after breakfast when you look up and right there in front of you, not more than ten metres away, is an Emu.
How cool is that? When we first saw it, we froze, not wanting to startle it, then slowly, ever so slowly I reached for my camera (it’s never far away) while reaching, I hoped that Emu’s do not interpret a show of teeth as sign of aggression, because I was grinning from ear to ear.
That grin only got wider as another three Emu’s strolled into our camp and had good look around. After a while they moved off about their business and poor Peter was stuck with me exclaiming every five minutes,
“There were Emu’s in our camp!”
Through the course of the morning another smaller group of three strolled by and then later, towards evening a group of six followed by a single male. We ended up staying in Gundabooka for nine days, and during that time there were only three days when we were not paid a visit by our long legged, shaggy feathered friends.
What could top that? How about Old Man Emu and half a dozen chicks? A few days into our visit, while Peter and I were sitting on the shady side of Chunky Bum, Old Man Emu led his family around the sunny side of the van. I didn’t realize he was there until I nearly walked into him. Not sure who got the biggest fright. He took off pretty quickly with the little ones following close behind. After that he was too cautious to bring the chicks through camp and skirted along the road. We saw him and his family another three times during our stay, never too close but I didn’t mind. After all, he was just being a good dad and who wouldn’t want to protect those little cuties?
As the days rolled by it seemed as though we had made our home in the middle of an Emu highway. I for one am not complaining. I have never seen so many Emus at the same time. Nor so close, or on such a regular basis and I loved getting to know them. Most of them were adolescents, and it was easy to pick/guess at their personalities. From the shy to the cheeky to the curious. My favourite was Sid, a punk rocker in the making.
See you out there somewhere
On tow and on the go!
What can I say about Bourke? Hmm, not a lot actually. We stayed in Bourke for seven days, out of necessity really; admin, cleaning, washing that sort of thing, but overall we found Bourke to be uninspiring. Don’t get me wrong the people were friendly, we were in a nice park, but we found that there really is not a lot to do or see there.
We spent quite a few hours in the Back O’ Bourke visitor and Exhibition Center, which was very well done and well worth a look-see. We also enjoyed a brief, one-hour paddle steamer boat trip on the Darling River. But other than that, the only thing of interest to us was Mount Oxley.
Mount Oxley sits on private property, so you must get permission from the owners and pay for access, which is easily done from the visitor information centre. Once you have permission you can drive up to the top of Mount Oxley and enjoy the view.
We thoroughly enjoyed our time up there, the owners provide a large undercover BBQ area complete with, water, gas, utensils in fact everything you need to feed yourself. We took advantage of that and made ourselves a yummy lamb burger, accompanied by a couple of cold beers, then after roaming the top of Mount Oxley we settled down to enjoy the sunset.
In short, our time in Bourke was well used but I would have to say it is a good place to visit but not a destination in itself.
See you out there somewhere
On tow and on the go!
There’s good and bad to rain in the outback. The good is obvious. Good for the crops. Good for stock. Good for wildlife. Good for our country. The bad is only obvious when you drive the many dirt roads that kris-cross across central NSW.
We drove across 120 kms of dirt road, most of which was surrounded by acres of bright yellow Forage Rape, to get to our camp at Bogewong. Forage Rape is fodder for livestock (related to canola), but if left to go to seed, it carpets the countryside with millions of pretty yellow flowers.
So, what’s at Bogewong? Well, I’ll hand you over to Peter for this.
Back in the 50’s my dad managed a sheep station in Brewon/Bogewong. There were so many stories about this period but I was only a toddler, Robynn & Les remember a lot more about it. I was able to contact the owners of the property and they very kindly allowed us to visit, and to stay on their property.
Robynn tells how she and Dad would go the six miles from Bogywong to Brewon homestead for supplies in a horse and buggy. The track included an old bridge that the horse refused to negotiate without persuasion, Dad always had to lead the horse over the bridge. It turns out that the bridge is still there and still used, although Jim, the current owner has the same opinion of the bridge as did the horse in Robynn’s day and he too, refuses to use it.
The memory that most comes to Les is that he was thrown into the woodheap by a neighbour’s horse. It seems that while the grown-ups were inside, eight-year-old Les decided he could ride the horse. No doubt he could… until he couldn’t
The old house the family lived in is also still in use but it has been moved from Bogewong back to the main Brewon station and is used for temporary accommodation. We weren’t able to get into Brewon main station so we couldn’t get photos of the house.
Brewon has always been a significant station south-west of Bourke and is currently around 100,000 hectares. Bogewong is much smaller at around 17,000 hectares. Bogewong (Bore Number 3) was bought by the Currey Family in 1950 and it’s likely to remain a family affair for a third generation at least.
While we were there the land was rich and well watered. The rain of the past two seasons is a big change after several years of drought.
And back to me, Jo. This stay was by far the prettiest (and my favourite) bush camp to date, so no apologies for the many, many photos. We drove down a minimal track, to the banks of the Barwon River which runs through Bogewong, and there we made our camp.
As you can see from the photos, this was a particularly lovely spot. We were surrounded by acres of Forage Rape in full flower which, when blown by the wind, gave the impression that we were camped in the middle of an inland yellow sea. We were only there for two nights, and would have loved to have stayed longer, but the weather was working against us.
The ground was already saturated, and Peter assured me that even the slightest amount of rain would turn our little slice of heaven into a soggy, boggy, quagmire. I of course thought that he was being a tad dramatic, but in the end, we agreed to prepare ourselves for a quick departure, just in case, then settled down to enjoy the evening.
It started to rain at 5:30pm. We did a final check and were bashing our way through the scrub by 5:45. Now, I can sometimes be accused of being a little short sighted, and I convinced Peter that we only need to drive as far as the main road, about a kilometre from camp, and stay there until morning. We found a good spot just off the side of the track and settled in for the night, again. Long story short, it began to rain heavier and at 10:00pm Peter convinced me we should leave. You see, I had forgotten that we still had over 80 kilometres of dirt road to drive before we got back on the black.
So, there we were, in the rain, on a dirt road, dodging kangaroos and rabbits, driving in the dark. Looking out of the window, the road ahead looked fine, but the road was slippery under the wheels and there was a constant, loud thumping as the underside of the car was pelted with hard clods of mud being thrown up from the wheels.
We were still driving at 11:30 (finally on the black), when a road-train came up fast behind us, and we did what we always do, got him on the two-way (thank you Oricom) and told him we’d pull over to let him pass. He was quick to respond: “Stay on the bitumen or you’ll sink in the mud.”
After a bit of a chat, he told us of a rest stop twenty minutes down the road which was where we spent the night. I now have a better understanding of the roads we’re travelling and won’t argue next time Peter says it’s time to leave. And if the threat of late-night driving doesn’t deter me, the three-hour job of cleaning Big-Ears and Chunky Bum certainly will.
Brewon and Bogewong were one of our most anticipated places to visit and we weren’t disappointed. We were welcomed by three generations of the current owners of Bogewong and they’re exactly the kind of people you would like to meet in outback New South Wales. Thank you Jim and Sue, we wish you all the best for the future.
See you out there somewhere
On tow and on the go!
Lighting Ridge is a unique part of central NSW. It is essentially an opal mining town, whose main claims to fame are the rare Black Opal, artesian bore baths and some very quirky people, I think it is a place that should be visited at least once in a lifetime. https://lightningridgeinfo.com.au/
We spent four nights in the Lightning Ridge Caravan Park, this gave us plenty of time to look around the town and the surrounding area. There are plenty of things to do in town, including visiting some of the mines, following the car door tours going to the Club in the Scrub and, of course, drooling in the many opal shops. I have to admit, opals are not my favourite gemstone, but…the colours in some of these opals are jaw dropping.
While in the area, we went to the Culgoa Flood Plain National Park. This straddles the NSW – QLD border, which we crossed four times while exploring the park. We even stopped for a beer in Hebel, QLD. This was the first time we have been in our home state since the beginning of May.
Hebel pub, on the QLD border 
NSW – QLD border
I think Culgoa is the least cared-for NP that we have visited to date. Saying that, it is a lovely area and we had fun exploring over the nearly non-existent tracks. We had hoped to drive through the park from south-east to the north-west, but without a map and with a fair bit of water lying around we decided to turn tail and head back home, but not before nearly getting bogged a couple of times. We should have taken the hint from the NP’s name. Once back home we checked the map and found that we had not been following a road but a walking track…
Maybe it’s the time of year, but we haven’t seen a lot of birds or wildlife as we’ve been travelling. But, the roads to and around Lightning Ridge are home to more than a few Emu’s and we saw our first big Red Kangaroos.
Winter in central NSW is proving to be a great time of year for sunsets. The stormy cloud formations creating texture and depth that leech the colour out of the falling sun.
See you out there somewhere
On tow and on the go!
After leaving the Warrumbungle’s, we stayed a couple of nights in a little town called Gulargambone. Cute name, right? Gulargambone is a very small town, just under four-hundred residents, on the banks of the Castlereagh River. It was a lovely little caravan park, and as you can imaging we made good use of it’s facilities.
Some of you may recall from my post on the 18th of June, while in Dubbo, that we were planning to go to Walgett. Now Walgett is a mere three and a half hours drive from Dubbo, and I am pleased to announce we have finally arrived at our destination, and it only took us twenty-three days to get here.
“What’s at Walgett?” I hear you ask. Well, not a lot really, Artesian Bore Baths, a higher-than-average crime rate, a very friendly lady in the Information Centre and (this is very exciting) Red-Tailed Black Cockatoo’s. I have seen Black Cockies before, but only two or three of them at any one time, and way off in the distance, so high in the sky I couldn’t even see the flash of red on their tail. At Walgett I got to see, in fact to walk amongst, a flock of around two hundred of these birds. So, for me, this was very special.
I had been wandering around the small flocks as they grazed on the grass seeds for a couple of hours, but it wasn’t until four Black Kites (generally called Kite Hawks) flew overhead, that I realised just how many birds there were.
As the kite hawks hovered above, the Red-Tailed Black Cockatoos took off with a cacophony of sound and flashes of red. I just stood there mesmerised. Eventually, the birds calmed down and returned to their feeding, preening and most importantly, posing for me.
See you out there somewhere
On tow and on the go!
I have to say, Warrumbungle National Park has not been a disappointment. It has been cold, the coldest we’ve experienced to date, and I’m talking frosty mornings cold (I think the lowest temp has been 1 degree and the highest 15) but, regardless of the weather, the scenery here is quite stunning. The Warrumbungle’s were shaped millions of years ago by volcanic activity. The many rock formations form a rough circular perimeter, and the information centre has been built at the centre point of this ancient volcano.
Some of the lower walking tracks are inaccessible due to the rain, the creek beds are flowing and have cut off some of the tracks, but you don’t need to go too far to take in the beauty that this region has to offer, and it’s pretty cool to see the wallabies meandering around the campsite.
We have done a few of the shorter trails, and one of the more challenging ones, the Belougery Split Rock Circuit. We’re not super fit so thought this nice little 4.7 km return track would be a good intro. We should have read the fine print.
The track began its ascent as soon as we lft the carpark, and there was no reprieve until we reached the top. The track itself was well marked…in places, while in others, it was not so much a track as a mere suggestion of a track. Very challenging. Very fun. And the view? Very, very worth the effort.
We made it to the top of the lower peak, where we had a lovely picnic lunch, but left the higher one to the goats.
One of the many benefits of traveling is the wonderful people that we meet on the road, and our neighbours at WNP, fall into that category. We had a great morning sharing our expertise, or lack thereof, in the fine art of damper making. With the help of young Jessie, Peter did a fine job of the dough and the cooking, even though it was a bit undercooked first time out, when it came out the second time – well, let’s just say, there was none left.
One of the other highlights of our stay was the sunset from White Gum Lookout. We arrived a good hour before sunset, so we were freezing by the time the sky coloured, but like all good things, it was worth the wait.
The facilities here were very good. Clean amenities block with good hot water, and we had a powered site so we were able to keep warm inside Chunky Bum. What we didn’t have was water direct to the van, so we have had to be a little conservative with our use. We have a 180 ltr water capacity in the van, but because I presumed there would be water here, we had less than half of our capacity when we arrived. We were able to top up 70 ltrs from Big Ears, and that has been enough to keep us going…just.
Next stop? Still not Walgett.
See you out there somewhere
On tow and on the go!
