I walk every morning & every afternoon & it seems that I always find something strange or interesting in some way. Today I discovered that Emerald is over run by a plague of joggers, yes you read correctly, I wrote joggers. Every track & pathway had them pouring out in droves, running in all directions. It all seemed very strange...........
A very busy overnighter location in Emerald, right at the front gate to the botanical gardens.
Just some of the the many hundreds of joggers emerging from all the tracks on a misty morning ?????
Crossing the Great Dividing Range on the way to Barcaldine.
Jo & Kevin ahead of us in their van.
Bogantungan, Maca did a broadcast from here some years ago. It consists of a broken down station & 3 even sader houses. I LOVE the place.
A run wild Bouganvillea in full flower, roadside at Bogantungan.
Morning tea at Bogantungan,
View from the top of the Drummond range.
Lunch stop was Alpha.
The famous 'Snows Bakery' at Alpha, unfortunately sold out of everything except bread rolls, so we made our own lunch. I met Snow some years ago on another trip.
MAN, could he talk.
Our own fresh wrap, Snow had let us down.
Thats me, the dark shadow, in front of the dead stick of stupidity in Barcaldine,
"Galleries of pink Galahs, crystal night of diamond stars, apricots preserved in jars"
John Williamsons' words seem apt here.
MAN, could he talk.
Sunset drinks at a very spacious free camp at Barcaldine.
John Williamsons' words seem apt here.
Great pictures and nice words
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