Emerald to Gayndah
Wow what a big day, well for us it was. After leaving Springsure, which is such a pretty little town, the roads were so shocking; we were constantly slowing to 80-85km/h. But bizarrely there was a half hour section that the Blackbird would have eaten up at double. Once again the views coming off the edge of the tablelands were spectacular.
The plateaus gave way to extensive broad acre farming. Cattle trucks and more cattle trucks rumbled on relentlessly, as did their pungent aroma. No bull.
Of all the small towns spread throughout the Shire of Banana that we stopped at, Moura was the pick for us; expensive, but clean with friendly service. Feel like reminiscing over the good ol’ days? I don’t. One horsepower, I’m so glad we’ve got one hundred of ‘em.
And as we approached the western side of the Great Divide, trees and corners appeared.
Ahh, the temperate forests of Australia, there is nothing like them.
Reaching Gayndah we slept the night at the Colonial Motor Inn. Highly recommended.