from Kippa-Ring to Toowoomba

It’s been a long weekend here in Queensland, because of the Royal National Agricultural Show Day (EKKA), which was on Wednesday 17th, but schools had a holiday on Monday, so G. was free, P. took some days off and we went on a trip that they had planned for me.


We headed west first, crossed Peak Crossing – there were four hills on the left side of the road marking that we were entering a different land, more agricultural. The landscape was hilly and dominant colours were the light brown of dry grass, sometimes green trees, dark brown-reddish soil or brick-red dirt and deep light blue sky.

Our first stop was at the Gorge, a campsite at the foot of Mt Edwards run by P.’s aunt, 75 year old V. There were about three chalets and a lot of space for campervans. The campsite was located by Reynolds Creek and last summer in December and January, there were floods in that area. Luckily, V.’s campsite stayed untouched, but from the pictures I saw, the level of water was scary.

In winter, V. comes to the Gorge every weekend to look after the place. She stays at a shed with a big patio and a stove on which she was happy to make pumpkin scones for us.

We also had to look after our food on the table, because those funny birds, called kookaburra are very cheeky and they steal food straight from the table.

They are G.’s favourite birds. Listen to their laugh. It reminds me more a monkey than a bird!

After lunch we went for a short walk along the creek.

Then we said ‘goodbye’ to V. and went back on the road. We stopped by Lake Moogerah and Moogerah Dam. There was a spillway last summer.

P. wanted to show me some countryside and stayed away from main roads. We got lost, of course, but thanks to that we saw a great parade of about 30 tractors

and kangaroos!

Eventually, we found our way back on the right track in Aratula, went through Cunninghams Gap and entered wide plains of central Queensland. The sky was bigger and the twilight was in the colour of rooibos tea.

We got to Toowoomba by 7 p.m. and spent that night at G. and P.’s good friend in the suburbs. We watched Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Life had never been sweeter.