13th June – Day 38: Moree to Ironbark camp, King Plains National Park
We were both glad to leave the Moree hot springs caravan park this morning. There was a deeply unsettling energy to the place. Maybe it was all the unhealthy oldies in their caravans talking about watching tv and many other totally unfulfilling pastimes that they seemed to all delight in. Complaints about the trees in the caravan park too. One lady was lamenting the poor reception for the tv, another agreed “we are surrounded by damn trees. They should cut them down”. Another said they had two TVs in their caravan so she and he didn’t have to argue which show to watch, “we can both watch what we want”.
Perhaps deeply unsettling is an exaggeration but we were both glad to be on the road again.
More black top today, this time along the Gwydir Highway. Despite it being a major road we came across some stockman with a herd grazing the road.
Stockman grazing the Gwydir
Have I really left Victoria?
Camped at kings plains NP this evening, we have meet an oldie we can relate to a little more. He has decked out a small truck with his life and spends his days on the road. He avoids paid camping and caravan parks totally. He has a book of 3700 free camps sites in Australia. It’s a great road atlas too.
He’s alone and has been on the road for 18 months, travels at 80 like we do, keeps off the big roads where possible, explores places on foot and on two wheels as we do.
I can hear the stream and the wind in the ironbark. It’s cold under the stars here on the New England plateau at 900m but the wood in the fire is burning hot like the wood from home. In fact the wood looks awful like yellow box.
Kings Plains camp. Feels far more like home than I expected.,
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