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Across the Paddock*

*Translation: A paddock is the Australian word for field. When truck drivers say they are going for a run across the paddock, they mean they are driving across the Nullabor Plain, that vast area near the bottom of Australia called the Great Australian Bight, the bit which looks like someone has taken a bite out of it. Nullarbor means ‘treeless.’ It is. I'll swear that in 2000 kms there is only one hill and one bend.

The last time I did this trip, the road wasn't sealed and it was a long, death defying ordeal of dodging enormous pot holes, wild life and gigantic road trains which loomed out of clouds of red dust. You also had to carry in everything yourself – food, fuel, water and spare parts, as there wasn’t much in between other than a lonely tank or a bore, if you were lucky.

This time it was a long, easy, sometimes boring drive with very few distractions. Only the wind was a bit of a problem, tossing the van around like a shoebox and making it use much more fuel that it should have. Just before Eucla on the longest stretch, it ran out. While I was debating whether to ask someone to phone the automobile club (my mobile wouldn't work) or give me a lift into town, along came Gary, one of those angels of the road. He wouldn't hear of me leaving the van and simply drove the 45 km to Eucla and back to get some. He wouldn't take money for this either, nor let me take his picture, but we did enjoy a cuppa and some of those yellow peril biscuits I'd bought in Donald. They tasted much better than they looked!

Where's the wildlife?
The tough, hard drinking truckies have gone since the introduction of strict drink driving laws and so have the stubbies that marked the roadway. The trucks are bigger - up to 36.5 metres long, fewer and newer. Sadly, most of the wildlife has gone too, despite the signs saying watch out for Kangaroos, Wombats, Emus and Camels. One of the highlights however, was seeing dozens of whales and their calves cavorting in the shallows at the Head of the Bight.
Whales in the Marine Park at the head of the Bight
 It was a pleasant time of year to be travelling. T-shirt weather by day and no bugs or flies. The Plain itself was much greener – OK, sort of greyish-green anyway, than I had ever seen it -so Serengeti – like that you expected to see herds of wildebeest, large mammals or at the very least a Mutaburrasaurus ambling across those primaeval unfenced spaces. Alas, there were only small herds of grey nomads or the occasional lizard sunning itself on the road.
At first I was reluctant to drive after dusk, remembering the damage a big Red or Grey (kangaroo) can do to cheap Japanese cars, but after a while I noticed that there wasn't even any road -kill here and that at night the wind stopped and the slow moving caravans were safely corralled in caravan parks, so I kept driving. It was very peaceful under the great bowl of the Milky Way with only a full moon in the rear -vision mirror for company.
The only problem was, that places such as Crystal Brook in South Australia and Cocklebiddy in the west, marked as major transport hubs on my Road Atlas, were shut up tight after dark. This contributed to the debacle in Eucla. After that, instead of refuelling once a day, I filled up at every opportunity.

Caravanners dislike vans like mine. They call them "Whizzbangers" because of the noise their doors make when they are opened and shut. In mine, the alarm sometimes goes off when I move around. Most caravan parks also want to charge the same for a single person as for a double,
so I don't often stay in them. Rest areas with facilities are few and far between and often crowded when you get there. Others offer little more than a rubbish bin and a bare patch in the scrub and these can be very isolated. Small towns on either side of the Bight are another endangered species, victims of changing transport patterns, new roads, trucks with greater fuel capacity, the same drink driving laws and long years of drought. More often than not, truckers in sharp uniforms only work a short section and return home to their families at night, while another driver takes over the truck, rather like a relay race rather than the sort of marathon where one driver had to drive the same truck across the entire country.
Abandoned Meatworks at Donald in the Mallee. The Country Cookie Factory was about the only thing still going but it does pride itself on being a tidy town winner and a plastic bag free town
Murrayville appeared to be an exception. There were closed shops here too but it seems to be having a bit of a renaissance. After miles of desolate looking country it was green and the Field Days looked like a visiting circus or a UN convention - all those tents and flags. The $10 Counter meal at the Mallee Fowl Hotel caught my eye. New owner Dale is planning to add local produce such as Goatmeat Pizza with Local Olives. Lambross, a local farmer late of Sparta, via Coober Pedy, gave me a two batches of his olives and some good olive oil to try.
Stop if you see this sign - $10 Counter meals, friendly people!

Dale the new publican has big plans, but the Chicken Schnitzel was the best meal I had along the way.

I mention to one of the farmers that things aren't looking too bad here. He explains that it's because they have ground water. The pros and cons of irrigation aside – salinity is a problem in some places and yes, the Murray doesn’t look too healthy in these parts either, you have to admire people who have the courage, foresight and skill to turn this desolate –looking country into orange groves, olive farms and vineyards.From this....

.... to this

Water remains a problem almost everywhere else. “Please do not ask for water as refusal often offends” is a common sign in many places, though I did manage to get a shower each day.
Fuel prices are another killer. Up around $168.88 in some places. BIG TIP: Don’t necessarily go for the big new service stations. The older ones, in small towns and a little way off the road, are often much cheaper, even if some of them do close at night.
Fuel costs also affect the price of food. Small tins of tuna of which we get five for $2 on special at our local supermarket, sell for $3.20 each here. A tin of beans was $3.80 at Eucla and a Packet of Cuppa Soup – around $1 on special at home, retails for $4.20. Didn’t dare ask about much else until I got to Norseman where I found delights like olive bread, capsicum and Fetta. Had hardly seen any fruit or veg till then and when I did, it was taken away by quarantine officers at three different border crossings.
And speaking of angels, I must mention those service stations, often the more modest ones, that offered free driver reviver coffees. With water and money running short by the time I got to the western end of the Plain, I was very pleased to see them.

The Shell in Norseman has free coffee, a laundrette and a little guide telling you where all the cheap fuel is if you are heading East. The BP just outside Boulder has my vote as the best shower ($3).

  • Friendly faces, good information AND a free cuppa at this Gull service station in Kellerberrin
  • From the Mallee onwards there are tiny towns marked only by the presence of enormous wheat silos.

  • Wheat Silos in the East
    Wheat Silos in the West
    Early Morning Pitstop in Port Augusta
  • This amazing automated toilet plays soft music and has an American voice saying "You have ten minutes use time." Wonder what happens if you take too long?
  • Beasts of the field
  • Another little surprise along the way was a sudden flash of colour in an otherwise unprepossessing bit of scrub – the usual red dirt, a few straggly bushes, not much else, when suddenly there was a carpet of pink. I stopped to investigate and found much more – white star -like everlastings, bright blue and purple flowers, a cavalcade of wattles of different kinds. (Sorry used my batteries up trying to catch one of those whales broaching- no more available till Norseman. Be prepared). Beautiful birds too. I recognise green parrots, bright pink galahs and sleek black crows. There must have been a bit of a soak or spring there and it is just shows what a difference the slightest bit of water can make. That thought comes to me again and again on this trip.
    In most places the magic has been wrought by using pipelines – from the Murray at the Eastern end and from the Mundaring Dam in the west. Hundreds and hundreds of kilometres of them. The one to Kalgoorlie alone is 545 kilometres long and was a major engineering feat when it was built over one hundred years ago. At first I was offended by their sheer ugliness, at how utilitarian it all was - pipes, powerlines, roads, railway lines and the occasional cell phone tower but now I see that these are the life giving arteries of these regions. Without them, there would be no life here at all. No money, no work, no settlement, no human contact. (Alas, if you are with Optus, you still don’t get any human contact until you reach Norseman).
    Landscape at the business end of Australia - the start of the mining towns

  • Stopover in Boulder, a historic mining town also experiencing a revival. Shops in the nice wide streets -wide enough to turn camel trains -are freshly painted and show their heritage There are lovely shade trees and attractive plantings and even another of those Exeloos seen in Port Augusta
  • The Metropole Hotel has a mine shaft in its bar
    Boulder Telegraph Office
  • Warden's Office, Coolgardie
    While Kalgoorlie and Boulder have grown so much they have merged, Coolgardie a little further down the track was not so lucky. Once the third largest town in Western Australia, and one of the richest, it is now almost deserted. Though it still has many of its fine buildings, its main street looks like a mouth with missing teeth.
  • This landscape makes me less interested in taking pretty pictures. Now I am taking pictures of the things that make Australia tick. Behind them are stories of exploration, pioneers and miners, camel train drivers, woodcutters and fettlers, farmers and truckies. The routes that people took followed the old aboriginal trails where known water sources were located. The excitement of gold. The coming of the telegraph. The inevitable booms and busts and a few revivals. Little towns with fortress- like wheat silos. Fences to keep rabbits and wild dogs out- Cracked salt lakes. Burnt trees. Deserted buildings. Isolated farms. Beyond the cities, this is what most of Australia is about. A frontierland. I am shocked by how close that frontier comes to the city of Perth. It is the most isolated capital city in the world.
  • The Superpit, near Boulder - a huge Gold and Copper Mine
    Double Click to see how big this is. Those trucks are 785's
    Looks like last year's volcano with the fires out
  • Rabbit Proof Fence
    This fence was supposed to keep out the rabbits out which had become pests in the Eastern states. Today it keeps out exotic diseases
  • In Cunredin, they have painted their waterpipe gold. So they should. It is responsible for all its agricultural wealth. It pumps the equivalent of 25 six ton water trucks a day and all uphill. How do I know all this? There is an excellent museum here too in the old number 3 Pump Station. It's a story of scandal and innovation with many interesting sidelights.

    Relic of earlier times -this tank was for the railway