THURSDAY 4 OCTOBER WHITE CLIFFS TO MOAMA 700kms
Despite the chilly morning, there was no lingering in bed this morning.
We breakfasted, packed up camp and headed out on the unsealed Wilcannia road. There was a long drive ahead of us, to get home tomorrow, because Saturday was the start of the competitive bowls season for John.
We stopped in Wilcannia only long enough to get diesel. This was such a sad town – all the superb old buildings, dating from its time as a major river port on the Darling River, now mostly in a state of real neglect. The dominant aboriginal population was much in evidence around the town – along with much grafitti and boarded up buildings.
From there, it was onto the Ivanhoe road – also unsealed but in pretty good condition. The country was flat for the most part. Some of it was grazing country, in parts there were sections of the rather barren saltbush type scrub country one finds around Broken Hill, to the west, and in other sections there was mallee type timbered scrub country. There was enough variation to keep it interesting.
With more time, I’d have liked to look around Ivanhoe, maybe even overnight here – it is another town that is associated in my mind with the pastoral heyday of western NSW. There were more shops and services than I’d expected, as it is such a small place – but I guess being so distant from other centres accounts for that.
But we needed to keep going.
From Ivanhoe, the road was sealed, which made the driving easier.
From Hay, we were retracing the way we’d travelled north, less than two weeks before.
Stayed overnight in a caravan park cabin, at Moama, across the Murray River from Echuca. Bought fish and chips for tea.
It had been a long day of driving.