With
grandma & grandad’s 5th wheeler loaded up, we headed off. We didn’t go far before our first pie stop at
Biggenden. Dad reckons these are the
best pies of all. I have to say they
that I’d give it an 8 ½ out of 10. Can’t
remember the name of the bakery as it was hidden away in a little row of shops
and I couldn’t even see it was a bakery until I was standing right in front of
it. It’s roughly opposite some sort of
donation store (Salvation Army or Red Cross or some such). Dad had been to Biggenden before and we had
only just started our journey so we were soon back on the road. We camped outside of Emerald overnight and
driving through town the next day looking for a servo that had both decent
prices and easy access, we were hailed on the CB.
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We initially mistook the voice for a mate of dad’s who lives in Emerald but it wasn’t long before we realised that it was my cousin Michael. He’d happened to be cruising through town with his lovely wife, Kerryn, and had spotted the SS Cruiser! Sharp eyes Mick! Mind you, it’s a pretty big unit to miss...
So we fuelled up and pulled in at the botanic gardens for a bite to eat and Mick & Kerryn pulled in beside us to say “G’day”. It was a really nice surprise to see them and we all had a lovely catch up. But we couldn’t hang around nattering for too long – dinosaurs to see, opals to fossick and fossils to dig. We stopped that night outside Barcaldine and went in to sightsee and pie taste the next day. We saw the Tree of Knowledge, the big Comet windmill, Oscar played on the musical pipes up the road (he found they sounded better when he used his thongs rather than the paddles provided), we saw some brolgas just wandering around and unfortunately, Grandad had to see if he could get the chip in his windscreen repaired. Couldn’t find anyone to fix it straight away-ish so we had a pie and carried on. Pies were nice, about a 7 out of 10. The bakery was up the road and on the opposite side to the Tree of Knowledge that was near a butcher and an IGA. Our next stop was Aramac Tramway Museum. Wow, did they have a lot of stuff in there. I think Grandad could’ve stayed there all day!
We camped that night outside Muttaburra and headed in the next day.
We were only there for a short time before we hit the road for Hughenden. What a drive that was! The road itself was an experience all on its own.
We saw plains turkeys (bustards), emus and emu chicks, kangaroos, cows, hawks, brolgas and even a feral sow with her piglets. All were either on the “road” or nearby. Sadly some of the photos are a bit blurry as we were snapping out the windows/windscreen or didn't have time to focus before we had driven past or the animals had taken off. I've tried to pick a couple of the clearer ones.
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| Mob of Emus (can you call only 4 emus a mob?) |
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| Roadside Flower |
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| Muttaburra to Hughenden : Where We Had Come From |
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| Muttaburra to Hughenden : Where We Were Going |
With
grandma & grandad’s 5th wheeler loaded up, we headed off. We didn’t go far before our first pie stop at
Biggenden. Dad reckons these are the
best pies of all. I have to say they
that I’d give it an 8 ½ out of 10. Can’t
remember the name of the bakery as it was hidden away in a little row of shops
and I couldn’t even see it was a bakery until I was standing right in front of
it. It’s roughly opposite some sort of
donation store (Salvation Army or Red Cross or some such). Dad had been to Biggenden before and we had
only just started our journey so we were soon back on the road. We camped outside of Emerald overnight and
driving through town the next day looking for a servo that had both decent
prices and easy access, we were hailed on the CB. 
So we fuelled up and pulled in at the botanic gardens for a bite to eat and Mick & Kerryn pulled in beside us to say “G’day”. It was a really nice surprise to see them and we all had a lovely catch up. But we couldn’t hang around nattering for too long – dinosaurs to see, opals to fossick and fossils to dig. We stopped that night outside Barcaldine and went in to sightsee and pie taste the next day. We saw the Tree of Knowledge, the big Comet windmill, Oscar played on the musical pipes up the road (he found they sounded better when he used his thongs rather than the paddles provided), we saw some brolgas just wandering around and unfortunately, Grandad had to see if he could get the chip in his windscreen repaired. Couldn’t find anyone to fix it straight away-ish so we had a pie and carried on. Pies were nice, about a 7 out of 10. The bakery was up the road and on the opposite side to the Tree of Knowledge that was near a butcher and an IGA. Our next stop was Aramac Tramway Museum. Wow, did they have a lot of stuff in there. I think Grandad could’ve stayed there all day! 
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