|Through Boulia to Diamantina National Park
|August 13 - 15 2021
|We could either follow the Diamantina Developmental Road to
Boulia, or the even smaller road via Duchess.
We chose the latter.
But then you knew that .....
|I needed to look closely at the map to realise that this is
the main line between Mt Isa and the coast.
It takes a long loop south, via Duchess, to Cloncurry, which is almost due east.
The terrain is almost flat. Unlike the road we took yesterday, due east of Mt Isa towards Cloncurry.
East of Cloncurry is also almost flat, with long straight stretches of road and rail.
|There are some hills. But both our road, and the railway,
find a way round.
I guess the Three Sisters may be some low hills. There is not much indication on the map, or on the road.
|Duchess once had a mine.
Now it seems to have a pub.
Apparently good for a night camping, drinking, eating, and talking.
|We pressed on. We could be forgiven for becoming members of
the flat earth society.
Cattle country. With not much feed.
|While the main line headed north east to Cloncurry, the
north west part of the loop, from
Duchess, we follow the branch line to Phosphate Hill mine.
There was considerable flood damage a few years ago. All the culverts have been replaced, and new looking bridges.
|We spend the night beside the line a few km north of
Like most mines they have a mobile phone tower.
The few trains made a soothing whistling rolling sort of noise as they passed.
Apart from one that is. The driver took pleasure in tooting his hooter.
Ammonium phosphate out, sulphuric acid in.
Dark when they all passed.
|As the sun set the hills to our west are silhouetted.
|Then lit as the sun rises.
|Phosphate Hill is a major production site of ammonium
I've yet to look up the geology.
The ammonia is produced with the help of natural gas.
Not here, but far away, on Burrup Peninsula at the ammonium nitrate plant, ammonia will be produced from renewable energy (solar) producing hydrogen through electrolysis of water, which will be converted to ammonia.
I am totally convinced that will happen here eventually. Water allowing that is.
|There is a second phosphate mine at Osborne, to the south east.
Connection is by sealed haul road and road train.
Oops! We nearly miss our turn off.
|A small dirt road via Chatsworth.
|We followed the cattle along the road for a short distance,
before they turned off in the direction of the station, and we turned south
An arid, dusty, land.
If that is at all possible.
|The cattle here behave a bit differently to elsewhere where
they move off the road.
This one insisted on waving big floppy ears at us as it ran down the road.
I guess the big ears help keep it cool.
|But eventually trees again. Particularly along the creeks.
|We cross the very nice sealed haul road from Osborne to Phosphate Hill
that we nearly mistakenly followed.
Another of those ambiguous signs unique to private roads.
I guess it means "no right turn".
With silly hat on, does it mean I could turn left?
Perhaps no-one ever wants to go to Osborne.
|A nameless station boundary, not far to Boulia.
We've become more at ease with passing through gates after Northern Territory experiences. One day I guess we'll get it wrong.
|A few trees.
Somewhere to our left, the east, is the Burke River. The road roughly parallel to it.
|Then suddenly a bit of sealed road with the transmitter towers of Boulia visible.
|We do a couple of laps of Boulia. Wondering why we didn't
Our excuse is we arrived from the east last time, this time from the north east.
The fuel is the locally produced diesel.
We leave eastwards, across the Burke River. There is not sufficient water in it to flow anywhere, but following the map suggests it flows southwards. Joining the Georgina River, which merges with Eyre Creek, to disappear into the Simpson Desert, and, if flooded, into Warburton Creek / River, thence into Lake Eyre.
A journey that takes several weeks.
We crossed the Georgina at Camooweal in May.
I mention all this because, somewhere around Mt Isa, and the Barkly Highway, as we traveled south, we crossed from Gulf Country, where the creeks and rivers flow north to the Gulf, to the Eyre Basin and Channel Country, where the creeks and rivers flow south. The Landsborough Highway seems to continue the line east of Mt Isa.
Difficult to unravel the tangle of waterways in the hills around Mt Isa.
Even the Diamantina, to our east, is confused, it begins flowing north then curls round in a big arc, around an equally confused hilly area, to flow south, through Birdsville, and join Warburton Creek near the edge of the Simpson Desert.
The Diamantina rises just south of Mckinlay, near the source of the Mckinlay River which flows north and Warburton Creek which flows south.
West of Mt Isa is the south east part of the Barkly Tableland which we crossed further north, and west, in early May.
|A little green splodge on the map!
We camp outside the gate to Elizabeth Springs Conservation Park for the night.
I'd completely forgotten about the Great Artesian Basin and its mound springs. We were simply looking for a place to camp.
In 1896 there was an estimated flow of 4.5 million litres per day here. I guess that's where Spring Creek got its name.
By 1956 the flow was 68 thousand litres per day.
The 1998 survey showed only one spring flowing.
We were hard pressed to find that one. More a sort of oozing dampness and soggy surrounds with isolated patches of water.
I can't begin to imagine how the landscape has changed.
|The light has that silvery glare of sun just reaching past
A pair of passing Saurus Cranes ........ if they are the same pair I saw next morning.
Either cranes or brolgas. There is just sufficient difference in the red about their heads to distinguish.
|An eerie sight.
If I'd ever been to the moon I may have said lunar. Apart from the clouds. And the plants. And the water. And the .......
|We are camped outside the fence, designed to keep
everything out, with a very visible white top wire, but which failed to keep
the pigs out.
The pigs stop short of turning over the very salty ground around the springs.
A few drops of rain from the thickening cloud were of very minor concern.
|Next morning, the clouds are still there, much as we left them. The sun hasn't reached above the horizon yet.
|But when it does it lights up the sky, the land, and the saurus cranes which walked calmly away after making their presence known with their loud call.
|I was looking for birds.
Looking south along the edge of Spring Creek, which almost flows into the Diamantina River. Unless in flood it is absorbed by sand, in the Diamantina National Park, just a few km short of joining the Diamantina.
The few ducks flew away well before I got anywhere close to knowing they were there.
|The light is golden, the sun just over the horizon.
Very different to last evening's silver.
The remote switch on the inverter has stopped functioning, it requires shorting two connections on the remote circuit board.
Not Ali's forte.
But how nice that she joined me in the early morning venture.
|One of the dry mound springs, with what looks like a small channel of water.
|Bird watching wasn't a total failure.
There was a flock of zebra finches. I can associate them with drier climates.
And this, one of several, I think, honeyeater. A white-plumed honeyeater.
At least it wasn't flying around trying to catch flies.
|Set off a bit late after our early rise. We don't have far
to travel. About 60km.
We cross Nine Mile Creek, a tributary of Spring Creek to which the road runs parallel.
|Through Springvale Station.
|Out of a side window on a bumpy track.
Our first emu for the entire trip.
Two of them that insisted on trying (almost successfully) to run faster than the truck.
But more importantly, the vegetation changed radically as we entered Diamantina National Park.
No (or at least few) cattle to eat it I guess.
The further from the boundary the healthier it looked.
Though I have no way of defining "healthy".
We are just south of the Tropic of Capricorn, about the same level as the northern reaches of the Simpson Desert, about 200km east of it. We are thoroughly within arid Australia. The number of creeks on the map reduced markedly south of Boulia. As did the number of roads and tracks.
South west of Diamantina National Park is the (to me) strangely named Astrebla Downs National Park, which has no public access. While doing a little research on Mitchell Grass I discovered that Astrebla is the latin name for Mitchell Grass. Astrebla xxxxxxx for each of the four types.
|Gum Hole is a broad depression. A valley. With the small
Whistling Duck Creek at its core.
Rising about 60km to the north it fades into the sand dunes about 8km to our south. Near the end of Spring Creek.
Looks like dunes on our maps rather than soggy swamp.
|We are welcomed by a Spinifex Pigeon (I think) at Gum Hole campsite.
We are camped beside a longish lagoon.
Small compensation for the apparent (they may appear later) lack of whistling ducks (or ducks of any description) on what is only 7km downstream of where Whistling Duck Creek joins Gum Creek.
The advertised water view partially obscured by a little vegetation in some parody of an obscure English seaside hotel where sea views are a matter of standing on one's toes with head held at an appropriate angle.
Not quite that bad, I just had to park the truck at the right angle.
Now to find the bauhinia trees!
|Gum Hole, Diamantina National Park
|August 15 - 16 2021