It is my 3rd day in Queensland. After I left Trilby Station ( more on that stay later) I travelled north to the town of Bourke. Bourke had a no feeling about it. You know that one ; when you enter it , although you have some preconceptions or basic information about it; it does not match any of those.
Bourke, from what I thought would be was, sadly, not. It was supposed to be a semi large town with a multi hotch potch of cultures. Many years ago it was to be the irrigated vegetable growing region for New South Wales , and the rest of Australia. But, alas, after much politicking, change of governments, at all levels, and drought the ONCE thriving orange orchards, tomato, asparagus, and other such vegetable irrigated areas are gone. Some were Managed Investment Schemes – you know the ones: where ‘city folk’ would be told of the riches to be made with certain taxation kickbacks etc only for ‘some’ to get the money and the rest to fight it out with the liquidators. All I saw were houses with large guard dogs, the supermarket with heightened security and a general feeling of apathy.
Even the information centre left a lot to be desired…
SO driving on I headed toward QLD. At the border there was no real fanfare just a narrow highway marked by a fence and no proper road side stop; like at other border crossings. I took this pic of the sign to give every one an idea of how far i am going. The weather began to warm up and the wind ble from the NE. With only 120 kms’ to go to the next town; which was CunnaMulla. 
Valencia Princess 