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How to beat jet lag

22 Monday Jun 2015

Posted by morselsandscraps in journeys, photos, Queensland

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animal-sitting, cloudscapes, Gilgandra, jet lag, motel

I think I may have found a cure for jet lag, although it's not for the faint-hearted. It involves packing for eight weeks away from home; attempting to deal with broken solar hot water tubes; catching up with friends, by phone and face to face; picking the lemon harvest (admittedly only one tree); collecting and processing mail held for the last six weeks; and then embarking on a two-day, 1400km drive through central western NSW. All this in the four days after a forty hour journey by air and bus back from Warsaw. There was no time for the mid-afternoon slump; the all-night TV binge; the doonah days; and the mournfulness that accompanied my return from Warsaw in early March.

It was a strange journey north. We always camp, J and I, and take three days at least to get to Queensland. This time, we decided on the unheard of luxury of a motel, partly to cater for my potential jet lag and partly to deal with travelling in the range of days around the shortest day of the year. Never, of course, because we are ageing and becoming fond of comfort. We drove the two evil highways, the Newell and the New England, which we usually avoid like poison. Both days, cloudscapes were our main delight, and the silhouettes of bare trees against the skyline.

And we talked. Although we shared an apartment for six weeks in Warsaw, we hardly talked at all, preserving distance to cope with unaccustomed cohabiting and with the fatigue accompanying intensive time with twins.

We arrived at my daughter's after dark, exhausted, but still managed to stay up yarning till after 12.

A new part of our year now begins. Instead of summer, we have a cold wind and a raging fire. Instead of twins we have two dogs, a cat, five alpacas, a dozen chooks and three roosters, mostly rescue animals. They are J's responsibility since I'm hopeless with animals. The cat has killed two birds since we arrived. The roosters have to be let out into the yard separately so they don't claw each other's eyes out. Two of the alpacas have already had a kicking brawl. The dogs create a periodic barking frenzy, and are vigorous in demands for a walk. Wrangling twins is beginning to look like a walk in the park.

My daughter lives 20km out of Stanthorpe and has very poor satellite reception for the Internet. While she was doing her degree she used to lurk in Macdonald's car park with her laptop so she could write and send assignments without taxing her patience too much. I have good reception on my SIM card in Stanthorpe down by Quartpot Creek, so I'll set up my office there a few hours a week, and most days I'll drive to the Lavender Farm hill, about 3 kilometres away. All I have to do is remember to head off with a fully charged battery. And in case anyone thinks we have fled the south coast winter, may I point out that it doesn't snow in Eurobodalla; the temperature doesn't drop to -6.7 degrees; and ice melts from the windscreen long before 10am.

 

 

Em and Leopard

 

Loki

 

Chooks, including a number of rescue hens

Connie, Bruce, Rosie, Boo and Scout

 

View from my blogging office

 

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Travelling home

01 Thursday Jan 2015

Posted by morselsandscraps in journeys

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bikes, out west, Pilliga

For you Gilly at http://lucidgypsy.wordpress.com/

I hope you enjoy being our companion as we head home after solstice celebrating.

 

I’ve been away from home for nearly a month now. It’s time to head south again, on one of those wonderful woggly journeys that use backroads for maximum pleasure and that evolve as we go, sitting at intersections, reading the map and debating the next part of our route.

We leave Stanthorpe, still needing frenzied windscreen wipers. Ultimately our journey passes through Tenterfield, Glen Innes, Inverell, Bingara, Narrabri, Wee Waa, Pilliga, Coonamble, Gilgandra, Gulargambone, Dubbo, Yeoval, Cumnock, Molong, Cudal, Canowindra, Cowra, Boorowa, Yass, Murrumbateman, and Bungendore, before we head down Clyde Mountain to the coast. Other place names include Gum Flat, Staggy Creek, Sandy Creek, Gilgooma Rd, Eumungerie Rd, Cumboogle, Eurimbla Rd, Gumble, Shingle Ridge Creek, Woolpack Creek, Toogong, Moss Hollow Creek, Frisby Lane, Fox’s Elbow Rd. I couldn’t resist this litany of names.

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We set off under a low grey sky with all the creeks dashing along. Trees demand my attention: smoothly orange-branched; ribbons of grey and cream; pink marbled and cream bark; paddocks of flowering angophera; wet black trunks; the inverted cones of native cypress; straight lines of park palms, non-native; bottle-trunked kurrajongs; furiously blushing bark; white brancehes emerging from rough bark; and finally the familiar spotted gums of home.

The landscape changes: the granite bluffs of the border country; tree clad hills with sedimentary caps; a misshapen hunchback hill; rocky fangs around Mt Kaputar; cloud shadows lying dense across the folds of hills. The Copeton Dam out of Inverell is far below capacity but we stop for lunch by an unexpected river, and find a long stretch of riverside camping spots, wondering where the vigorous water flow came from.

Copeton dam

By the end of the first day, it’s sweaty hot, the hills have gone, the dirt is red, and the only water is in elongated roadside puddles. At Coonamble the Castlereagh is an expanse of bank to bank sand, and water restrictions are high. Parks no longer have the taps we’ve come to expect to top up our water bottles. We bounce through empty flood ways and watch an echidna disappear beside the road.

Our campsite is a beauty, near the Pilliga hot springs. We arrive in plenty of time to pitch, and relax in our low chairs, looking out over red dirt to the satisfying randomness of trees beyond the fence, as we drink white wine from our metal goblets. Flocks of galahs fly over, the late light catching the pink of their undercarriage. A kestrel plunges for a relaxed kill, and flies off with prey in its beak. A pair of plovers ramble around in the grass. A baby leopard tree with fierce protective thorns is ankle high beside my chair. The sky pales: horizon apricot becomes a lyrical blue. We’re out in the dry west so we don’t put the fly on the tent and the stars fill the dome above us.

We strike camp early and set off just as the sky begins to lighten. Pilliga is a town of corrugated iron buildings.The pink light of early morning stretches across the blond paddocks, and a duck in a puddle is silhouetted against the rising-sun sky. We pass through bursts of cicada shrilling; sulphur crested cockatoos lay claim to the road and have to be nudged off; a flight of choughs lift off, revealing their white underwing circles; small grey doves move out of the way slowly. It’s early and crisp and we haven’t yet got that forward momentum that prevents stopping, so we pull over often to investigate unfamiliar flowerings by the side of the tree-lined road. There are horses and a foal; sunflowers standing tall, faces to the east; emus in a paddock; and signs protesting about coal seam gas.


Gulargambone has made a joke of its name: the town is infested with corrugated iron galahs and its motto is “Flying ahead”. We’re now accompanied by the faint eccentric line of the Warrumbungles in the distance, and we stop for breakfast at the Gilgandra Flora Reserve, an area of 8.5 hectares donated by two farming families in the 1960s. It is now regenerating, under the care of the Gilgandra Native Flora Society. Not much flowering this time, just the odd flower of blue Dampiera and Pink phebalium, but I love the mixture of shapes: eucalypts, grass trees and two species of native cypress.

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Water tank
Eucalypt
Eucalypt
Pink phebalium ?
Pink phebalium ?
Dampiera?
Dampiera?
Grass tree
Grass tree
Grass tree seeds
Grass tree seeds
Red banksia seed pod
Red banksia seed pod

And then it’s the home stretch: a glitch trying to get out of Dubbo, despite a local map and instructions; a hiccup when we get stuck behind a monster Winnebago and a road train; fear when idiots begin piling up behind, impatient to overtake.

Between Yeoval and Molong we are entertained by bikes. They hang in the branches of roadside trees and they feature in numerous paddock sculptures, crafted from old farm machinery and tanks. Galahs, pigs, horses, emus, giant insects, frogs and frilled lizards cavort on bizarre bikes. One creator twisted the theme and showed a bike perched on the back of an unidentifiable critter. The road was too narrow and windy to stop, but we promised ourselves a walking photo-shoot next time we pass that way. In Canowindra we picnic under regimented palms to prepare ourselves for a return to main roads, mourning the loss of nine hard-boiled freshly laid eggs we left on our daughter’s kitchen bench in the flurry of departure.

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For Paula

07 Sunday Dec 2014

Posted by morselsandscraps in journeys

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Blacktown, Newcastle, Stanthorpe

When Paula who lives in Zagreb, and online at https://bopaula.wordpress.com/, expressed a desire to travel to Queensland with me, I decided to take her along in my mind. I had lot of ground to cover, well over 1000 kilometres: from Blacktown in Sydney, to Newcastle, through Gloucester, Walcha, Glen Innis and Tenterfield to Stanthorpe, and then through Boonah and Beaudesert to Tamborine, if you like a litany of place names. The company was very welcome.

These are the things I saw with her:

The orangey bark of angopheras

Fields of white daisies with yellow centres

Steep mountains in folds one behind the other, stretching in a line south

Forests spilling down mountains, with patches of rainforest in their groins

A small town boasting of its Tidy Towns awards, and advertising a brick-throwing festival

Broadwater railway station painted a slightly more saturated angophera colour

The great granite cliff faces around Girraween National Park

Densely clouded skies, cut by thin flashes of lightning

The border of Queensland, marked by a huge cut-out train

My daughter's house: dogs, cats and five alpacas

Patchworks of cultivated land out of Warwick

Mist hanging heavy from the mountains near Cunningham's Gap

My son's house amongst palms and my two most beloved senior grandchildren

 

I hope you enjoyed the journey, Paula

 

 

 

Em, named after Emmaline Pankhurst, rescued after she was dumped on the highway in a storm

 

Loki, named for the trickster of Norse mythology

 

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