If you travel through Parkes, you have to visit the Dish. The display is small and simple, the achievements impressive and the dish itself stunning. Now why didn’t I do astronomy instead of mathematics?
Cobar is called “Copper City”. They found a bit of gold amongst the copper, but that was just used to defray working costs of the mine – a nice problem to have. Although the mines are mostly abandoned now, there still is a lot of copper still – the owners are waiting for the price to rise.
The heritage society had done a great job at rescuing the various artefacts. I fell in love with the fire engine.
I also really want this for my work chair. The red button on the right would be my “publish the new web site” button. I reckon two joysticks would be better than a mouse!
The road from Broken Hill to Cobar was astonishingly green. It had clearly rained a lot recently. As a result, we saw a lot of wild life on this leg – more than we had seen throughout Northern Territory and South Australia put together. The winner of the group was this spiky fellow. He began digging in when he saw Dog.
We saw a lot of emus, but this one had chicks so was quite hard to catch. Pardon the pixelation.
Dog could not get near these, so had to do with their smaller cousins
There were other young ones too
…and even some trees were in the mood for spring
We pulled over at Mt Grenfell Historic Site to see the Aboriginal Art. The reserve was badly sign posted and we inadvertently took off on a 3 hour walk up a mountain and only discovered our error after 45 minutes. I suppose that would cost us $80 at a gym, so we should not complain, and we did get to see the art in the end too.
This afternoon Carmel and I visited the the Living Sculpture Garden on a hill overlooking Broken Hill. (You can see the town faintly in the feature picture.)
Unfortunately it as cold, windy and about the rain while we were up there, so we did not spend very long. (It seems odd that the rain on this trip was at Kings Canyon, Uluru and Broken Hill.)
On a good day, the hill would be worth a walk.
On the road from Port Augusta to Broken Hill we stopped off at Peterborough (or perhaps Petersburg) for lunch. We chose the 228 on Main Cafe, and found it was a huge (and frigid) old theatre, and they filled the interior with the most amazing paraphernalia.