So happy that you enjoyed riding "shot gun" with me! I was driving in absolute awe of how utterly beautiful Australia is, so far inland, the colours are even more stunning. The sky was constantly changing from teal green, to aqua and dark greys/black and wonderful pinks. God paints colours that we cannot even get close to emulating for our wonderful yarns, which we so enjoy.
The mornings were CRISP..ICE on the car windows and I see that Mildura on the river, is 0 degrees Centigrade this morning, yet further inland it was -4 degrees last week, where I awoke. I love this changing palette of colours that Australia is.
The coasts are lovely too, but the true Australia, is the indominatable spirit of the struggling farming communities, who are doing life hard on a daily basis, from the young to the aged, who have grown up with nothing but hope for a crop next year that will not fail. Not having to shoot their stock because they have no feed for them. The farmers are the hope and the back bone of everyone else in Australia, who takes for granted that there will be food on their tables each day.
The suicide rate for these farmers is very high..they have lost all hope and the Banks are repossessing the Land from them, which they inherited from their father's grand father's and great grand fathers! The shame of losing their properties, which are under huge debt, brings extremely tough blokes to their knees. These thoughts are not appreciated or acknowledged by the majority of Australians who gayly go about their leisure and self focused activities, choosing to ignore the plight of these big blokes of the bush!
Anyway how do I know that this next photo is the Murrumbidgee River behind the trees? Because the lingering frost and mists snake along it, hovering over the top of it as it meanders towards joining the Mighty Murray River, which empties into the lower lakes of South Australia.
Even here near Balranald, the river feeds in millions of litres, of the precious water to irrigate cotton plantations covering 100's of miles. Water, which sheep and cattle who feed the country, are dying and being shot by the pastoralists who cannot maintain them any more!
I wish that every single person in Australia, could take a trip into the outback, wake up and realise their shops, cafes, fish and chips meals etc etc do not come cheaply and are non existent for the true Aussie, the farmer, who can only dream of ever even having one single holiday, away from their farms.
I had a meal in a pub in Hay on Saturday night..the complete town booked out for the Annual Wool and Sheep dog Show. I listened to them lamenting the "poor state of affairs and all those bastards who don't give a rats!" But their simple joy, in a few beers with men of like nature was great to watch and listen to their yarns/stories!
Aussies will know that Hay is a very small town but the outlying huge stations are where they mainly live and to gather en mass was the highlight if their year of hardship.
I was privileged to be present for a tiny part of it ....for a millisecond in time.
What a trip you had! Thank you for taking us along for a bit of it! Your photos and comments brought back some wonderful memories, as I was fortunate enough to spend a couple weeks in your amazing country 10 years ago, the trip of a lifetime.