Ok this post is/ was / should have been written approximately 6 days ago.
BUT I have been doing some personal reflection – you know life, love, past loves, eating, drinking etc, and trying to keep up with ROMP, god his posts are so funny yet a little disturbingly, weird funny ha ha, at times. Yes ROMP that one about the need for a concierge and Seamus the leprechaun….it was brilliant penmanship BUT are you ok??
Anyway I finally made it to Longreach. It is 100 km’s due west of the pretty town of Barcaldine. Highway is boring although watch out for the oncoming road trains and the road kill. Which makes me ask Do animals come back as zombies???
I can see a Steven Spielberg movie being made out of that one.
The entrance to the town is woeful. Seen better welcomes in Kings Cross.
Anyway Here Molly and I ( and Dad) finally. The wind was annoyingly gusty from NNW and a ‘cool’ ( sic! ha ah) 36C /98F
I cried when i got to the Stockmans Hall of Fame. My dad would have truly loved this place and its history. Molly and I saw the Spirit of the Outback train on Monday, again wistfully I had wished my dad was on board that train. Yes he loved train trips. So here are some pictures of Longreach. Longreach Stockmans Hall of Fame was built for Australia’s Bicentennial (1988) It showcases everything to do with the history of the outback, its people, heroes (unsung or famous), its poets, drover, food, explorations and life way back in the 1880’s.. For me it was a top of the history lessons I had at high school
I am constantly amazed at why and how these people survived. God look at the clothes they wore ( for example) and the harshness of the terrain, water, the natives, animals etc. It is awe inspiring to think this is how our country came about.