7.30am
17 degrees, clear sky and light breeze. No joy in capturing mousie!
Went
for a walk to find the fossils – the flies have found us again. Lots of little
wildflowers starting to bloom.
Steve
found this slab with little fossils in it.
Found
some more on the broken up slabs. Some look like shrimps and one might be a
starfish.
Further
along the slabs disappear and it is just ironstone pebbles.
I
found this great one that shows the shell.
Obviously
not a very special site as the roadwork crew just drove over the slabs with
their machinery.
Found
some ironstone bits still attached to the sandstone base.
Pretty
Mulla Mulla.
Had
a cuppa as puffy clouds started coming over us. Continued heading east. Stopped
at a Wool Wagon Pathway site this time. Apparently this was the last remaining
part of the old Wool Wagon track but they didn’t mark it so we can’t tell where
it was anymore. The sign was very hard to read too. It had a poem about the
arduous task of transporting the wool along outback tracks from station country
to the coast. With the onset of the motor car around 1915, the track fell
silent and is slowly disappearing.
The
wind has picked up. A nice blanket of yellow wildflowers.
Slowly
climbing in elevation again (310m) as we pass the turn off to Landor Station
where the next country horse race meeting is to happen – I think this weekend.
We turned south.
Across
Congo Creek that has a nice pool of water.
Turned
off to check out Bilung Pool, a Wool Wagon Pathway site.
Lovely
spot though the flies are in full force even with the wind blowing hard. We are
on a hard rock ground about 20 feet above the pool.
Pretty
little plant.
I
walked around the top of the pool to where the creek bed was where the water
would flow down into the waterhole. It appears to be quite deep.
We
had lunch then continued southward. Steep descent to cross the Wooramel River.
Looking
downstream then upstream – I can tell because the water is flowing under the
causeway!
Next
Wool Wagon site was a well which has been reconditioned. While we were reading
the information a huge gust of wind roared over us showering us with dust. The
wind is really blowing hard now.
Well
19, originally dug to 33 feet (10.5m) and yielding approx. 125 gallons per hour
(550L). It is reputed to have a storage capacity of 4,500 gallons (20,000L). Steve
has this under control after all the wells on the Canning Stock Route. I
videoed him bringing up some water to pour down the trough – the little finches
in the tree will be happy to have a drink.
More
pretty flowers.
A
dam nearby is lined with another red wildflower.
Further
on I read a sign which said we had just crossed over the 26th
parallel so we have left the North-West. The weather people and others often
refer to being across the line.
Passed
the turn off to this station’s homestead, Byro. The clouds are getting darker
to the south.
We
turned east on to the Beringarra Byro Road which the road crew were grading so
it was nice and smooth. We are heading to Milly Milly Station. We were going to
station sit here last November for Rob but ended up doing the 10 Mile Outcamp
for him instead which we enjoyed.
Back
into ‘breakaway’ country.
Then
onto open flat red dirt plains – what the cattle eat beats us!
Low
hills appear as we enter Milly Milly Station. We met another road crew working
on this end of the road. The country looks similar to 10 Mile but it has the
Murchison River running through it so after good rain it would be good grazing
country.
Across
the Murchison River which has only a little pool here. A sign marks the peak
height of the March 2006 flood. We would be well and truly under the water even
in our truck.
As
we near the homestead we spotted some old stone buildings – probably to do with
the shearing shed etc.
Love
the sign – yes I did read it again.
Drove
into the homestead area but nobody seems to be about. He usually has some
backpackers here to check the bores etc. We had a cuppa then went for a walk.
Lovely
entrance. Rob is planning to fix up the buildings – big job.
I
walked around to the other side where on old wagon is.
A
bunch of ‘quails’ greeted me, very loudly.
Looking
across to the front house then the middle one with the main homestead at the
rear.
We
wandered in to check out the hedges that we were to look after. Unfortunately
it looks like the hedges and grass haven’t had any water for a while.
A
foundation stone on the main building states it was laid on the 1st
of Feb, 1908. What a grand place for back then.
Looking
back at the main building from the kitchen house.
We
decided to stop here for the night as the wind is blowing hard.
A
map showing our latest travels and the yellow markers where we have camped.
I
found a packet of Chang noodles has had a nibble so I checked all the cereal
boxes under the bed and packed them in the truck just in case our ‘friend’
wants some breakfast.
I
wrote some blog while Steve read as the wind whistled around us. Played Skipbo
while we had our drinks. The wind settled down after sun set so it is nice and
quiet now. No cattle about either.
As
we went to bed the wind came up again.
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