Charters Towers, Qld
Gold! GOLD!! GOLD!!!
That was some time ago, though.
Leaving the Tourist Mecca of Cairns wasn't easy, because when you look at it, we were on the Pig's Back in a big way. Here we were, neatly 'in' at the Edmonton caravan park, near a pub, alongside a Jayco Dealer, right on the highway, a bit south of Cairns but with a local contact of many years' standing, someone who knew everybody we needed to know. What do we do? We have a top night BBQ and wined-up (or is that wind-up?) to meet and enjoy our hosts' hospitality, and then we shoot through. A roll-up at Edmonton Bowls Club (avoiding the owls that are supposed to keep the feral birds at bay) and after joining Fullers Club for a meal and a small investment programme, and then a day touring with our local guide, Q, we leave the Kuranda Markets and the Atherton Tableland and off we go. Q is well-known and respected and has previously helped us out. But onward, outward, ever questing - we go.
Near Burdekin. No burning today, so no Burdekin Snow - the soot from the canefields. Most are Green-cut today. |
First gold find was in the 1800s, and local guff has it that after some horses bolted, a 12-year-old lad called Jericho found both the horses - for which he was probably rewarded - and some gold, for which I doubt justice was done. Mind you, his name is remembered and his exploits repeated. The resultant town features masonary monuments and edifices beyond most Queenslanders' imaginations. The main street boasts wonderful examples of Edwardian style found nowhere except in the great mining towns of the past. Even banks no longer in existence had head offices here.
The Town Hall is magnifient, just one more impressive reminder of the wealth extracted in the Golden Years. |
Stock Exchange Mall. Great lunch and tint museum. |
The magnificent Royal Hotel is now a Private Hotel, but it is in wonderful condition, its architectural style and dignity intact.
The customers of this Bank must have felt wonderful walking in to plonk down some more bags of cash. What a galling thought that all of it went back to England because the poms had the cash($900 000 dollars, because I don't know where the pounds sign is) to buy the main lode-line mine. Sixteen billion pounds worth of gold went zipping off to mother England before the sagging market made the owners offload the worst bits to others before simply walking away.
Enough. Sure, the heady days of the past, with everybody in town frenetically chasing the golden dream, might be past, but I get the feeling that the rich and those in the know are still in hot pursuit, albeit in different vehicles!
We packed last thing at night intending to head off early to cover some ground (over 500 km) to Lake Maraboon, south of Emerald, tomorrow. The technique has stood us in good stead, because the first three hours of the day can be the quietest on the road in terms of traffic and nasty side and head winds.
Certainly we enjoy the trips, and Zan says happily each night before our departure " Look! Off on another holiday tomorrow!"
We packed last thing at night intending to head off early to cover some ground (over 500 km) to Lake Maraboon, south of Emerald, tomorrow. The technique has stood us in good stead, because the first three hours of the day can be the quietest on the road in terms of traffic and nasty side and head winds.
Certainly we enjoy the trips, and Zan says happily each night before our departure " Look! Off on another holiday tomorrow!"
What sort of temps are you getting up there Peter?
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