Flying into Mildura reminded us of flying over Saskatchewan. Once we started driving the 2 hour trip to Balranald, the terrain changed so it looked more like the highways in Botswana but without the donkeys on the road. Just the occasional dead kangaroo, or others ready to bounce.
|This is our little cabin - fortunately it has air conditioning|
There are several cabins throughout the park, and a wide variety of trailers and tents that travellers use.
|The Murrumbidgee River used to be used as a major transportation system|
|Murrumbidgee River with the caravan park in the background|
|Swinging bridge over the Murrumbidgee River|
|Burned out trunk of a gum tree|
Roger and I have noticed that when we walk into a shop, we are given the once over. In a town where people are greeted by name, newcomers definitely stick out. A few have said, "Where ya headin'?" and are surprised when we say we are here because Roger is working on a project nearby. Most are very friendly, and the town's newsletter has a message from the mayor saying how important the project Roger is working on will be for the town.
|There is an excellent butcher shop and bakery with a small IGA grocery store|
Roger will be working long hours, and I will have long hours on my own, so I've contacted the local library and school to see if they would take me on as a volunteer. Like in North America, police clearances are required and with me only being here for a couple of months, I'm afraid it might not be worth the time and hassle for them. I think I'll be reading a lot of books!
|A true Aussie fairy tale|
But first, a bit of rock 'n roll.
"Don't worry about the world ending today. It's already tomorrow in Australia."