Road Less Travelled
08 July 2018 | I Think We Need A Bigger Truck
For all the size of Australia it's been hard getting away from the tourists. Sure, firstly it's relative. I mean, three maybe four people on a three or indeed thirty mile beach isn't exactly Benidorm. Secondly, we brought it on ourselves by heading for some of the well known hot spots and "classic four wheel drive" routes.
However, we still yearned for absolute nothingness and so today, we took the road less travelled. Us and our SatPhone headed for Marble Bar, an old gold rush town from the eighteen hundreds. Today it's a sleepy backwater nestling around the red baked hills of the Coongan Rivet. It's other claim to fame is that it is on record as Australia's hottest town. Back in 1921 the town thermometer didn't drop below 37.8c for one hundred and sixty one consecutive days. You'd need a lot of suncream for that. Folk must have been slippin' about all over the place and the polis would have had a real job keeping a hold of any miscreants.
Our route is actually a shortcut so thirsty old Mr Four And A Half Litres won't guzzle just so much diesel. It's a kind of diagonal line between Broome and Perth, cutting across the edge of the desert to the east and on through the outback passing active and exhausted mining towns and cattle stations the size of Belgium, and about as interesting. We did stop briefly at a mustering today to watch two farm hands, all big hats, cowboy shirts and, yes, real leather chaps holding a special party. All the station's wee boy cows, well, at least the gullible ones, had been suckered into gathering in the yard presumably thinking they were in for some kind of grown ups party only to find they were in for a BIG surprise. We didn't stay long. I could imagine what was for lunch.