September 2020: Silos and Stations, NSW

While we had a great time taking photos of abandoned buildings on our trip around the Warrumbungle and Gilgandra Shire (see here), it was hard to go past some of the other sights that make up this part of country NSW. And one structure that is the ubiquitous in the food belts of NSW is the ‘grain silo’. These sculptural towers can often be seen from miles in all directions, their concrete grey curves making some interesting photographic compositions.

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While they already have a unique sculptural element these agricultural landmarks have also been turned into a canvas of art.

What started in 2015 in Western Australia as a way of attracting travellers to visit far flung towns, has now grown in to more than 40 murals across several trails in most states in Australia. With more towns wishing to join the art trail 2 retirees have dedicated their time to setting up a website with a wealth of information on where to find them and the story behind the gigantic murals.

The one below is from Merriwa with an image of sheep wearing red socks in a canola field. In June each year the 'Running of the Sheep' is held down the main street - and yes they wear red socks!

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While the art is fascinating, there is something unique about the raw untouched version that tells its own story in the rust and weathered structures.

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While the silos often mark the smallest of towns, they are also associated with the rail line that connects these far flung outposts.

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These little stations would have once been a hive of activity. You could almost imagine the farm hands arriving with little more than a bag over their shoulder looking for work during the harvest, or the wife waiting in anticipation for the weekly mail drop bringing some of the luxuries not available in town. There are echos in the wind of families waving goodby to their children as they board the train, heading back to boarding school having spent the holidays helping on the property.

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Unfortunately, many of these small stations have not seen a passenger train for many years, and only the rattle of the freight train wakes the lone sleeping passenger waiting in vein hope for a ride.

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I have already shared some of the haunting images of farm houses long abandoned (see here if you missed it), but it is no more evident than walking down the main street of these towns with their closed shops and boarded up windows. We all moan the loss of a bank from the suburbs in the big smoke but spare a thought for these communities that have not only lost their bank, but many of the essential stores that hold a community together.

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While the towns are struggling, it seems that recent rains have been kind to this area.

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While the majority of the country is a mix of crops in full seed or lush green pastures, a flash of yellow colour cuts through the landscape out of the window of the 4WD. These canola fields have become an Instagram overnight sensation with flocks of wannabe photographers with their i-phones wanting to snap a copy cat photo of themselves looking like every one else. Unfortunately, they leave behind a trail of destruction, not only to the farmers annoyance, but also more importantly to their livelihood. The most famous of these is the Riverina’s Canola Trail, taking in Coolamon, Junee and Temora shires. But for us we had our own peaceful version without all of the Instagramers - and no we didn’t trample any crop!

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A few other random images that typify images from the roadside, such as the classic iron gate or the lone letter box, each one a demonstration of both the harshness and resourcefulness of country life.

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Any road trip could not be undertaken without a quick visit to a country pub. Well, 12 to be precise! Not only did we contribute to the economy drinking in these establishments, but we also experienced the hospitality staying overnight in several on our trip. If you want to get ‘close and personal’ to life out here there is no better experience.

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September 2020: Brackens Hut, Coolah Tops, NSW

Where the Warrumbungle and Liverpool Ranges meet, Coolah Tops National Park rises out of the surrounding farmland like an island volcano out of the ocean. I wont go into any details on the Park - if you want to read more about Coolah Tops have a look at this story from last time we visited: Coolah Tops 2015.

This trip was the first night on our search for old abandoned buildings through out the Warrumbungle and Gilgandra Shire (click here for what we found). However we thought, what better place to begin this journey of old buildings than spending a night at Brackens Hut, located in the park.

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But the story does not commence in the National Park. Rather it starts with our road trip to get there.

One thing I always tell my self is not to rely on Google Maps to navigate my way. Normally I would pull out my ‘old school’ hard copy maps and plot our journey. But having visited Coolah before I figured I knew the area well enough to plug in the destination and hit the road.

Looking at Google Maps (Map 1) it decided the most sensible thing was to take the shortest route turning right off Vinegaroy Road to eventually join on to a fire trail in the Park. Sounds simple. By this description, I am sure you have already realised this was not the most sensible plan.

The road meandered along, through green rolling hills lush from the recent rains. As each kilometre past the tar road turned into a dirt road which then turned in to a dirt track. Eventually reaching a few farm houses I was beginning to question ever listening to Google. Rounding the next bend we reached the first closed gate. What to do? Do we turn around? Or do we trust some U.S. controlled technology telling us to go straight ahead? Having traveled on may public roads that travel through farms we pushed on ensuring we left the gate as we left them. Soon one gate turned into two, turned into 5, then 6. I am not sure who was getting more confused. The three of us, or the onlooking cows.

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With each gate, not only were we entering deeper into the farm, the track was progressively getting narrower eventually turning into a faint two wheel track. By this stage the sun was beginning to slide towards the horizon. With the fading light, the paddocks all of a sudden became alive with large moving boulders. 20 or 30 brown mounds the size of a microwave started to roll then run from the car as we approached. It turns out the rains have provided a bounty of fresh grass for the wombats that obviously make this home. Having damaged my car in a previous encounter with a wombat, the thought of colliding with another boulder, or even worse dropping a wheel into a cavernous wombat hole was becoming more of a worry.

Luckily Google was saying we were only 2 kilometres from the Hut and we just needed to pass through one more gate. Or so Goggle said! Reaching the tree line of the Park (map 2) we scan the fence line looking for any resemblance of a gate or access. …..Nothing.

The idea of driving straight over the fence was not going to happen so there was no other choice but to make our long way back to follow the ‘proper’ route. Retracing our steps we finally get to the farm house and a tall slouching figure against a ute, half lit cigarette out of his mouth glowing in the fading light, watches us approach. Slowing to a stop we wind down our window.

“You lookin for Brackens Hut? “ the farmer drawls, with what appears to be a slight grin from his weathered face. Without even waiting for an answer (because he likely knows it) he goes on…. “Naa…. you can’t get through this way. Gota go back to Coolah”.

Apart from the obvious statement under my breath, we politely thanked him and head into the darkness. There is no doubt we were his nights entertainment and not the first to trust stupid Google! It was a fun, if not long 90km diversion - You have been warned!

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While we did not manage to get there for sunset, we finally made it to Brackens Hut as a thousand stars lit up the night making it perfect for a bit of astro photography.

The Hut itself is available to stay via the NPWS office. Now don’t expect facilities you would get in a 3 star hotel. Probably a tent would have more amenities. It does however, give you the chance to experience what it was really like in the 1900’s without any of the luxuries of things such as electricity, running water or a flushing toilet. With only the inside fire to keep you warm, cook and light the room it makes for a fun experience. What it lacks in services, it makes up for in its amazing location and rustic charm.

Nailed to the inside wall is a typed report written by Roy Cameron which tells an interesting story of this charming tin shed. The original Hut was built in 1937 for James Hamilton Traill who owned the nearby Tuwinga Station. The area was leased from the Lands Department as an improvement lease for his sheep. Iron sheets were packed on to horses along with all of the other building supplies to create a shelter for the herdsman to escape the occasional snow that would blanket the range. These hardy mountain men would bring up to 3000 head of sheep from the lower Cox Creek Valley to Coolah Tops to spend the summer months grazing before returning them in March to be shorn.

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As the morning mist rolled in over the Hut we sat and pondered what life would have been like for one herdsman, William Bracken (who obviously the hut has been named after) and his wife and three children who spent 11 years living in the three room Hut into the late 1940’s.

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From above you can also see the orchard which would provide the occasional fruit supplementing what would otherwise have been a sparse diet. You can almost hear the chickens and jersey cows in the distance that kept the family alive with the basics. You can see the shadows of Bill Bracken sitting on the verandah playing his fiddle, the music echoing out over the surrounding forrest. Thinking of the large rambling house we live in now with a room for everything, it’s humbling to think a family of five lived in these three small rooms.

A short walk over the old paddock you come to another similar hut, this one made from huge split logs. Unfortunately there is little information on this hut, but looking at the size of the internal fireplace you can imaging the snow falling outside and a group of weary herdsman huddled around the roaring fire adding to the copious rum keeping them warm.

We spent the morning enjoying watching the mist entwine it self through the the surrounding eucalypts and the occasional kangaroo and deer looking on at their temporary visitors.

While we could have spent a whole week here exploring the rest of the park, this was not the real reason for this trip so we had one quick stop at the Pinnacle Road Lookout before making our way out of the park via Cunningham’s Pandora’s pass on to our hunt for long left relics. To see what we found click here.

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September 2020: Abandoned Adventure

Decay is a part of nature. It is a way of returning to mother earth the resources to rebuild life. Nothing is immune from this. Not a tree, a bird, a person. Not even a building. These human structures equally pass through a transition from a once new sturdy structure, into a rotting, crumbling, lifeless skeleton invaded by nature. While some of these unique places are restored there are many that are left to wither and die.

And it is these mysterious creatures we decided to go searching for in a trip through the Warrumbungle and Gilgandra Shire, in Western NSW.

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Chances are, there’s an abandoned eyesore that you already know. While first impressions are that they are rat infested, filthy, dangerous places, upon closer inspection they can be a thing of mystery….and dare i say it - beauty.

Abandoned houses and buildings have always drawn my curiosity. As a photographer these are a treasure trove of compositions. It can be the smallest detail such as the peeling paint, to the lonely forlorn building being consumed in a thicket of blackberry, or the way the light casts its rays through a broken window.

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This trip was about roaming the countryside in the hope not just capturing a single image, but telling a story of life and decay in the country. What quickly became apparent was the hunt was easier than initially thought, with every small country town, and backroad filling up the camera memory.

We waded through chest deep grasses hoping to not disturb a sleeping brown snake, crept in and out of buildings, tested spongy floorboards, and - in one instance - were invited into a property by the owner to see what we could find.

Many of the buildings we explored were as creepy as they were fascinating. Ghost stories and haunted houses are the first thing that enters a child’s mind when they see a building such as this. Bu it is not just a child’s mind that starts to hear noises, or sees moving shadows when walking through these homes.

With every abandoned building we photographed there was no shortage of questions that hang over its roof: what caused someone to just get up, walk away, and leave this building behind? Who used to sit in the wicker chair in the shade of the verandah? How long have the news papers been accumulating on the front door step? Where did they go? Why hasn’t it been demolished yet?

If only it was as simple as the old saying - “if these walls could talk”. But it is much more complex than that.

As we silently circle the buildings we whisper to each other, unsure if we are keeping quiet so we dont disturb someone who may somehow be still living amongst the squalor, or for fear of waking the ghosts. Should we knock on the door to see if there is still someone inside? We decide not to in case we discover a human skeleton still sitting in the armchair, the dust filled coffee cup perched on the side table where it was last sipped 20 years ago.

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Peering through the broken windows it is an odd feeling of being in a distorted time warp. The cup left in the sink. The newspaper on the fireplace mantle. A lone pair of shoes outside the bedroom door. In some instances it is as though the person has up and left taking nothing but themselves. While anything of any value or use has been removed long ago, what is left behind still leaves the traces of the last few seconds of habitation.

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Sometimes it is not easy to tell if there is life inside. While it may be easy to assume that the owner has long gone, there are many examples where physical incapacity or mental illness allows the home to deteriorate around their feet. Unfortunately there is little to differentiate between a deserted house and that of an unfortunate hoarder. Or, maybe the owner still comes back to check on it, not wanting to let something go? But in most instances the reality is that they are left to the possums and mice to make their den, the homeless traveler to squat, or more disappointingly the bored gang of teenagers to scrawl profanities on the wall or light a fire in the middle of the loungeroom floor.

It is not just old homes that are left to the ghosts. Venturing through the many small country towns that dot throughout the miles of farmland, it is equally likely you will find a disused shop or business that has equally succumbed to the ravages of time. Some, like the example below, have tried to sustain life by converting in to a home. But not even this could prevent its ultimate demise.

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Behind every closed shop door is a deeper story. Not just the individual tale of why fresh bread is no longer being passed over the counter, but a bigger story of why so many of these country towns are joining the graveyard. Our ever growing demand for cheaper meat, bread and clothing is ultimately killing our farms. We were once proud to say “Australia rode on the sheeps back”. Now we are unwittingly destroying one of the unique characteristics of what makes Australia, Australia.

Many farms cant compete with overseas cheap products, or the squeeze of the supermarkets demanding more for less. The thirst for efficiency drives the amalgamation of farms which means less farmers. This is being made even harder due to the onset of drought and floods as a result of climate change. Sons and daughters can no longer see a future. The population declines along with the homesteads left behind. With this, money leaves the town resulting in a cascade of business closures. What was once a flourishing bakery covered in a dusting of flour, is now just covered in dust.

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While there are often random personal belongings that get left behind, many items make their way into second hand stores, ‘opp. shops’, or sometimes into the bigger city “antique shop”. The same item usually triples in cost the closer you get to the City, so it is always fun to explore any of the remaining country second hand shops in search of something unique (such as a bread tin). The good news is, anything you find here will last a life time compared to the modern, cheap, imported, plastic ‘thing’ that is lucky to last 12 months before being relegated to the dust bin. What is certain that many of the goods of today will never be found in a second hand store or antique shop in the future.

Empty shops are not the only thing that you will find as you travel throughout the countryside. Technology brings with it many advantages. One of these is safer and more fuel efficient vehicles. The down side is these cars are more complex meaning the outback mechanic can no longer rely on a hammer and wrench to fix them but require an IT degree to access the car computer chip. In some cases now the farmer no longer owns the tractor but merely receive “an implied license” to operate the vehicle.

Fuel efficiency is also meaning that we no longer need to stop every 200 km to fill up. This is exacerbated in those instances where new motorways completely bypass a town and large multinational ‘Service Centres’ lining their edge meaning there is no reason to call in to the the local ‘servo’.

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In the short term we may value the efficiency of a ‘Service Centre” with their multiple self-serve petrol bowsers, self-serve slurpees and fast food. But good luck speaking to the pimply 16 year old at the counter when your car actually has something broken and you need some assistance to repair it. Or worse still, you crave for a true pastie or vanilla slice baked that morning at the local bakery, compared to a mass produced packaged one that has travelled two weeks to get to the Service Centre.

It seemed the further away we travelled from the towns, the more decrepit the buildings became. While some were left to nature to take over, in others examples farm animals have decided to occupy the lounge rooms and kitchens. I could almost imagine the goat cooking dinner over the stove only to pause and bleat out the window to the horse that it was time to come in for dinner.

In other instances, the animals pay little attention to the human artefacts that coexist in their paddock.

So why do many of us have an interest in these buildings? I suppose it’s similar, in some ways, to the fascination we have with shipwrecks. The mystery around why and how the ship came to lie on the bottom of the ocean. The excitement of a chance finding of something valuable.

 While this all may be true, I really think the reason I like searching for these buildings is just an excuse to go driving through the countryside with no plan or destination.

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The popularity of exploring old building is a world wide phenomenon. You will find a huge number of photos on the internet if you search for Urban Exploring or ‘Urbex’ . Many of these focus on large abandoned buildings such as hospitals or power plants found in the urban environment. While this has its own unique allure, it is the smaller homes and buildings that grab me the most.

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While we managed to explore many homes, the associated sheds perched on the hillside amongst the fields are just as fascinating. Their sheets of corrugated red rusted iron, with curled openings as though a giant can-opener had just been used. While some still manage to be useful, many are no longer in use due to the elements taking their tole, or being replaced by bigger and newer colourbond sheds.

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Much like our trip coming to an end, we discover homes that are nearing their own end. The termites have consumed everything they can and moved on and the walls have either rotten away or been removed for firewood. What remains is a lone chimney rising out of the vegetation, like a gravestone leaving a reminder of memories that once were there. But like many cemeteries, the occasional blooming flowers bringing new life and colour to an otherwise somber moment.

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We could have spent many more weeks exploring but the camera memory was getting full sot it was time to turn east and head for home. I will leave you a small selection of other images from the trip and allow you to imagine your own story on what lies behind each of these.

A quick thanks to my brother and sister who joined me on this adventure. While the photography was great, the real value from the trip was spending time with you both, sharing a passion and having some laughs along the way.

ps: where is our next adventure???

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August 2020: Hill End, NSW

With COVID forcing many of us to hibernate inside, at some point the thought of ‘the great escape’ takes over. While we did not have the luxury of disappearing in to the outback for months, we did manage to escape for a few days to Hill End. Taking the winding road out past Sofala (must stop here next time) it is not long before you reach the town where time has stood still. What sprung out of gold fever and slowly grew into a thriving town of 8000 prospectors, thieves and misfits has slowly returned to the earth with only a few of the hundreds of building remaining. One of them is the 1872 Royal Hotel which is only one of 28 pubs that were originally here.

As a photogropher, it is a great place to explore the decaying relics of the past.

Love this image of the 2 kangaroos that were rudely disrupted as I was preparing to take a photo.

We stayed at the Pines Cottage - a rustic 1800’s home with basic but comfortable rooms and a great fireplace for those chilly nights.

We were only here for a short time so did not get a chance to explore many of the other areas such as the mines, go fossicking or venture down the Bridle Track. A good reason to venture back one day.

August 2020: A Secret Getaway

Normally in April we would go away for our wedding anniversary but with COVID-19 forcing us in to lockdown we had to wait until now to get away. While we spend most holidays camping in the camper trailer, our anniversary trips are usually somewhere with a bit more luxury. This time I thought I would try something different - a bit of ‘glamping’.

So we ended up staying at the ‘Bubble tent’. Located between Mudgee and Capertee the exact location is kept a secret until you book. There are three tents each well away from each other providing ample seclusion for those who are worried about the idea of being exposed in a clear bubble.

While it tries to give an impression of luxury, the facilities are generally fairly basic with less luxury than our camper trailer. Having said that they have tried to introduce some nice small touches from the hot thermos on arrival and definitely a comfy bed with a view to die for.

We are used to camping but it was still freezing as the night as a storm and high winds blew up the valley. Luckily the electric blankets and ample woollen blankets kept us warm. While the storm meant we did not get to gaze up to the stars, it did mean we had a spectacular sunrise to wake to.

We were only there for the one night so did not get a chance to try out the bath tub with the best view in Australia. It was also near freezing so the idea of spending three hours getting the wood fired bath going was not high on the list of things to do.

The occasional light shower brought with it an amazing rainbow - truly a bubble at the end of the rainbow!

With some high winds I only managed a quick fly of the drone to get a birds eye view of this amazing tent.

As mentioned before, the bed was cozy, and with views like this to wake up to, it was hard to leave.

Overall, it was a great experience to do once but i must admit, having the camper trailer means i have all the things i need as well as the ability to venture anywhere throughout this great country.

August 2020: Blue Mountains, NSW

While we did not camp, but I thought i would share some photos of a hike along Wentworth Pass and the Valley of Waters.

Starting at Conservation Hut, it is an easy walk along the top of the escarpment towards Wentworth Falls, with some great views of the valley below.

When you get to Wentworth Falls you join the crowds who have made the short walk from the car park.

From here it gets interesting. The near vertical climb down into the valley means you leave the day trippers behind.

It is from below where you can fully appreciate Wentworth Falls.

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From here it is a rough trail that follows the bottom of the escarpment pass numerous waterfalls.

Towards the end of the Wentworth Pass trail you reach the Valley of the Waters. And based on these cascades you can appreciate where the name comes from.

A short hike but a great way to spend a few hours.

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July 2020: Bogee Nights

Winter camping may be cold but the clear nights and milky way make it worth it. This was a quick weekend away to a property hidden in the Capertee Valley. A good excuse to capture the world above us.

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I love the escarpment that makes up this unique slice of countryside. Someone told me that the valley is longer than the Grand Canyon. Now i will admit it is not as awe inspiring (check my photos out here ), it has it own majesty that lights up especially in the late afternoon light.

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While the mountains are the first thing the camera turns too, it does not take me long to return to those images that tell a story of our relationship with the land.

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There are also surprises, including this tree which has been painted blue in support of mental health. A timely reminder as those on the land do it tough putting up with natures constant challenges.

When you get away from the bright lights of the ‘big smoke’, and darkness settles over the fields, it is amazing how the night sky fills with a chandelier of million stars.

July 2020: Mungo National Park, NSW

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With COVID restrictions finally easing we pulled the dust covers off the camper and headed out west (in the hope of getting dust on the camper). While the borders were closed we still decided to head as far west from Sydney as possible, heading to Mungo National Park.

While camping in winter means less people, it also means freezing cold nights. So to convince the family it is all worth it, we eased into life on the road, staying for a few nights at Yarrabandai Creek Homestead. Located between Parkes and Condobolin, this is part of what was once a 520,000 acre sheep station. In the early 1990’s it was purchased by a Japanese construction company as a workers retreat. They built the homestead with formal dining room, lounge, bar and billiard room, a 20m swimming pool and boat house and four luxury accommodation cabins. It was then on-sold through several families and now operates as accomodation. Not a bad place to spend a few days exploring the surrounding country side.

While there are not many hikes to do, we did manage to climb Mount Tilga, which was once the geographical centre of New South Wales (until technology told us otherwise). We also ventured to Trundle and a quick stop at the historic Trundle Hotel which boasts the longest verandah in NSW on the widest main street in the state. Heading further west through Condobolin and another quick stop at the ‘Utes in the Paddock’. This has lost some of its charm as it was once located in Ootha, but was more recently bought by the Council and moved closer to town as a more easily accessible tourist attraction.

It is sad to see many parts of the Country in decline as farms conglomerate and life on the land gets harder. What is often left behind are the remains with far too many stories to tell. I have a fascination for these relics of the past (some more images here) and try to capture these when I can.

Heading further west, we leave the black top behind and spend the next 3 hours on dirt with not another car to be seen. What is normally a brown parched landscape, is unusually green having had recent rain - gold from the sky for the farmers that survive out here.

To adequately tell the story of this unique place, we joined a tour (Mungo Excursion), run by a local family. Mungo National Park’s World Heritage status is a result of a combination of cultural use, the forces of nature, early european land degradation and modern exploration.

The story begins as a result of the natural westerly winds which blew sediments out of the lakebeds to build up into the crescent-shaped dunes (lunettes) that lie on the eastern edge of each lake. These lunettes progressively, year by year, cover anything on the surface, entombing them in layers like a book, for thousands of years.

Over thousands of years the pages of the book remain closed but with the introduction of white man, sheep, goats and rabbits began to change the landscape for ever. Over time their hoofs stripped the top soil from the dry lake floor and the native trees were removed. The same natural forces that moved the sands, also eroded them, scarifying the lunette, slowly opening up the pages of the book again to reveal relics of the past.

While many pastoralists stepped over bones and shells with little thought of their significance, one geologist, Jim Bowler, began to read the landscape and discovered human bones in 1968, named Mungo Lady. Later in 1974, he discovered the full skeleton of Mungo Man. These have been dated around 40,000 to 42,000 years old, making them the oldest human remains found anywhere in Australia and some of the oldest modern humans in the world outside Africa. But many Aboriginal people say they have been here even longer, reaching back into the Dreamtime.

These are only two of several hundred human remains discovered along with the numerous middens, stones, petrified wood, animal bones and other signs of past occupation. This includes 20,000 year old footprints found in 2003 (the only Pleistocene footprints in Australia and the most numerous yet found anywhere in the world). Analysis by expert trackers reveals that they were likely an extended family who had walked across the soft clay around the lake, which dried like concrete in the sun, and then later covered by sand. Just from the prints it was possible to tell that one man had lost a leg and hopped with the aid of a stick, while another of a woman carrying a child on her hip.

The remains of Mungo Lady were returned to Lake Mungo in 1992, while Mungo Man’s remains were repatriated in 2017. In November 2017, a black vintage hearse trundled across the Australian sheep country inside a rough-hewn casket crafted from 8,000-year-old fossilized wood. A suitable return to Country.

At dusk, we climbed the Walls of China, crossing the rippling Sahara-like dunes. Although only 130 feet high, the dunes tower over the flat desert lake below. Peering to the south, where Mungo Man and Mungo Lady had once walked it is hard to fathom that an enormous hairy wombat called Diprotodons, and a nine-foot-tall kangaroo, Macropus titan, were drinking from the lake that was full of fish and shellfish.

Mungo also has a strong pastoral history which is worth exploring on foot. Starting out from the Mungo Woolshed, built in 1869 from termite-resistant White Cypress Pine logs by Chinese labourers, we weave in an out of the scrub passing numerous signs of past farming use. At the peak of the wool industry Gol Gol was shearing 50,000 sheep a season in 30 stands. It was the Chinese workers who may have given the name Walls of China to the Lake Mungo lunette. We were puzzled why a traditional name had not replaced this, however we were told that the language of the traditional Ngiyampaa, Mutthi Mutthi and Paakantyi people has not been passed on to current generations and the language has been lost.

As the walk heads north, what was once lush green wetlands of the past, have given way to small leaved tussocks and bluebush and saltbush that can survive on drops of water, 50 Deg C. summers and rising salt. The cyprus pines that were not removed for fence posts, along with the mallee eucalypts, create the last pockets of woodland that can be explored along the walking track.

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While COVID may have restricted us travelling further afield, it has provided a good opportunity to explore a bit more of our unique backyard - even if it is over 1000km away!

Recovering from the COVID blues: Top 10 Places to re-visit

With COVID keeping us isolated and indoors I thought I would list my Top 10 Camp sites I am looking forward to revisiting as the restrictions lift. A note up front, there are many other sites below that I would love to include but i have only focused on those i have already visited. That is the great thing about Australia - we are spoilt for choice.

1 - Uluru, Kings Canyon and McDonald Ranges

Yes I know I am cheating already by choosing these three but they are generally all done in one trip. This is such an iconic part of Australia that everyone must visit once in their life. Even better is going twice!

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2 - Cape York

There is something exciting about venturing to the extremities of our continent. And none more so than to go North as far as the track will take you.

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While the Telegraph Track and standing on the tip is on many peoples bucket List, dont forget the journey up including Lakefield National Park and the challenging Frenchmans Track.

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3 - Flinders Ranges

The Flinders Ranges is an amazing buckling landscape. with the afternoon sun lighting up the range it does not get much better than this.

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While The Flinders is the main attraction, dont forget to drop by the near by Gammon Ranges for an even remote adventure.

4 - Fraser Island

What can you say. White sands, blue waters, lush rainforests, awesome 4 Wheel Driving. If you own a 4WD this is one location where you need to take it to let down the tyres.

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5 - Grampians National Park

Probably not on everyones top 10 list but it is probably one of my favourite spots in Victoria to go hiking.

6 - Lawn Hill National Park

This little National Park could almost be my number 1 must visit park in Australia. For those that have ventured across the Savannah Way or travelled through outback Queensland you should not miss this exquisite slice of paradise.

7 - Corner Country

Anywhere in outback NSW is worth visiting but I love the quirkiness of Broken Hill and Silverton, and the great camping at places like Stuart or Mutawintji National Park

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8 - Cradle Mountain National Park

Tasmania is full of gems, none more so than Cradle Mountain National Park. A hike here leaves a mark on anyones memory.

I am also going to sneak in Freycinet National Park and Bay of Fires here. Although breaking the rules it is hard not to mention these two amazing places.

9- Arnhem Land

When you cross the Alligator River you know you have entered a special land. There is something that overtakes you, and you are quickly reminded that we are custodians of this land that we must respect and look after.

10 - Anywhere along the coast

Yes i know this is cheating but there are so many great spots along our great coastline it is hard to choose which one to go to.

11 - Anywhere camping in the outback

With so many choices I had to include one more. There are so many iconic outback tracks. From the Birdsville Track, Strezleki, the Darling River Run. What I love most about these is the remoteness, the nothingness, and the thousand stars that light up the night.

Post Script

No i didn’t forget Western Australia. While i have visited Kalbarri National Park, and the southern parts I am yet to fully explore the west coast. This is our next major adventure in 2022 which cant come soon enough.

I have also not included the Snowy mountains or High Country. While I have visited a few camp sites, again I have not explored enough to do this justice.





























January 2020: Byron Bay, NSW

January and the plan was to head to Kosciuako National Park. Unfortunately, wild fires have terrified residents and travellers on the south coast and the snowy mountains. A last minute change in plans saw us head north away from the fires for a few days at Byron Bay.

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Didn’t get much of a chance to take photos apart from the usual family snaps and one early morning shoot. While there was no spectacular sun rise, it was fun watching the dolphins among the surfers.

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