A fresh start and in the distance I can see the ranges of Idalia and Carnarvon National Parks and onto Blackall where I had the unfortunate luck to meet a traveling Evangelist. Mmm! should I have told him I am an Atheist? No!
I came into Barcaldine for a quick squize around the town and pub
before heading back out to Lloyd Jones Weir, a camp area about 15k out, I had already passed the turn off so retraced my tracks to the road to Isisford then 1k of dirt road. It was a nice shady place, a little crowded though with clean flushing toilets and plenty of open fire places.
Cooked my butcher bought sausages (lip smacking good) on my neighbor's fire after a lovely happy hour with them, then a good night sleep with not so much pain in my ankle.
I've check and this bird is defiantly a Brolga.
The Tree of Knowledge stands in Barcaldine surrounded by a large box shaped frame protecting the branches of the large old Cabbage Gum tree. A group of protesting sheep shearer's, after the 1891 Shearer's strike for better conditions, founded the birth place of the Australian Labor Party under this tree in 1892.
Heading east tomorrow in the direction of Rockhampton.
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