Ramblin' Home To Helenback

Photos of homesteads and properties in far-flung corners of the south-east of Queensland.

Home is where one starts from. T. S. Eliot

At work, I have travelled a few times. I have travelled in order to come home. And so it was one time, my travelling companion asked me: “Are we goin’ in style flyin’, or walkin’?”
“Drivin’,” I said.
“Which way we headin’? Lincoln county road or Armageddon?

Lincoln.

He was already clownin’. “We usin’ the ute, or bringin’ the limousine?”
“You been readin' my mail then.” I said. “We’re goin' to Brindavan.”
“Bring the van?" He was confused. "We don’t have a van.”
“Brin-da-van" I enunciated, then shook my head at him. "You revheaded clown. Brindavan, it's on Mt Mowbullan. Up in the Bunya Mountains.”

Brindavan

From a hilltop position on Mt Mowbullan high above the rainforest trees, one can see parts of the Darling Downs and South Burnett regions, from Toowoomba to Kingaroy. But these are just a small part of the great south-east. And in and around that quarter of Queensland, I’ve been everywhere man. And elsewhere.

Elsewhere

And wherever I find myself, I long to be at home. Maya Angelou.

I’ve seen some ups n downs, but mostly downs, lucky downs too.

Ups N Downs is up near Roma town.

Whilst Orana Downs is down Middlemount way.

I did not quite strike it lucky down in Lucky Downs.

Every now and then I dreamt of escaping to paradise. Actually I’ve been there. I've seen Eden in New South Wales. And I mean the town called Eden, not Eden my friend. Yes I have been to paradise, and I’ve been to Helenback.

Paradise

Helenback

The ache for home lives in all of us. M Angelou.

I avoided the cosa nostra but sighted a place they may well call home - the Casa Nostra.

 Casa Nostra (our home)

Roxborough may be autonomous though I‘m not certain if it is walled.

El Dorado is certainly an imaginary place, but this Queensland address is for real. 
And from wild Roxborough to El Dorado, there’s always a place called Emoh Ruo.

Emoh Ruo

And vice versa in central Queensland from Seloh Nolem to Nalgar.

Seloh Nolem is south west of Mackay,

and Nalgar is in Raglan between Rockmapton and Gladstone.

From the sea to the mountains. The summit of Hillcrest, the audacity of Mt Hope, and the heights of Montana Park.

Hillcrest

Mt Hope

Indeed in every land there is hope, like in Hopeland.

Hopeland

Ask me, I do give a damn. Next stop is via Nangram.

Windibri
And from Windibri to the still Many Waters.

Many Waters

I’ve seen oceans and mighty rivers, lakes and waterfalls, and the odd creek like Alarm Creek. 

I was alert and Alarm Creek is indeed a strange creek. And Wallumbilla is on the Wallumbilla Creek. Yes I’ve seen Many Waters. Then there’s Marinda.

Marinda supposedly means "from the sea”. 

It must be the air out here, the weather or the climate - or a sea change.

 Wallumba in Condamine.

Condabilla Wallumbilla Wieambilla. 

These are all sister places to the town of Bauko-Bila in remote Mountain Province.

Wieambilla

Combabula State Forest adjacent to Yuleba, Wallumbilla, Wandoan covers an area of about 5,800 hectares.

This Ekala is not a suburb of Ja-Ela.

'Twas down by Killarney's green woods that we strayed,

with our skin burnt red plying our trade.

From the coalmines near Killarney to the Condabilla sun, plodding bared the secrets of my soles. Black toenails, chafed heels, bruised bunions - I was caught flatfooted and suffering from pronation. ‘I’m a republican, I’m over this,’ I declared at the end of that day, as I retired. Again.

Like my leg, that was lame, but in Condabilla they do farm fish such as Murray Cod and other native local species for the dinner table. And I was dining up in Ocean View, gazing at the distant shore, when I realised for sure, that I found agreement with George Bernard Shaw:

Home life is no more natural to us than a cage is natural to a cockatoo.

Or than a zoo is natural to a kangaroo. Indeed a songbird 'prefers the blue' to a golden cage.

Bryden is a small rural locality in the Somerset Region.

Somerset, Winston, Everton.

Limestone Essex

You can decorate your home with Silurian Athens marble from Queensland. 

Essex Limestone is used for interior applications.

From Kenya to Montana.

Lush Montana Park is a place landed in Maleny.

Seen Sherwood, some deadwood and Annie’s Stump.

Sherwood

Deadwood is in a not-quite-lawless mining town out west,

 and only attracts those looking to work the land.

A kind of deadwood is Annie’s Stump. It sits by the roadside, rotting away.

Legend has it that Brigadoon is seen for only one day every hundred years. 

I went past this mysterious place on that one day this century.

Ellerslea somewhere between Kogan and Condamine.

 Ewingsdale in North Jackson.

Cowabunga! Kabunga West in Wandoan.

Tartrus west of Marlborough.

I had rather be on my farm than be emperor of the world. George Washington 

Wycheproof homestead on the banks of the Calliope River.

Some are good, some are bad, and then there’s the goons. Even paradise has its share of ‘em.

La-gunya-goon

Paradise Lagoon

Bimbadeen

Belbri

Howdy Wolardi.

Some homes are welcoming, some not.

 

 

 Some attend church and stand to worship, some sit at the Devil’s Pulpit.

Marama

I tried moonlightin’ one sunlit day in Moonlight.

Then I tried rollin' rollin' rollin'.

Roleen

Rollo Park

Chief said "Drover, let's roll on."

 

Shalom

Shalimar is one of several royal gardens of the Empire in the sun .

 Warrigal

White Park

 Lara

Wallangra

Wallangarra

Then there's the hills districts.

From Hollywood to Holly Hills, my mind was playing tricks.

 There's oil in dem dar hills, and dar demvales.
 
Demvale

I ventured south to Texas, and in the far south to Bolivia too. But that's a different tale, a story for another day, or another year or two.

For I had come to the end of the road. And in my journey of a thousand miles to look for home, I had perhaps one mishap. I began with a misstep. Now I realise what I already know: that home is where you find your feet.
          I've been up and down and around and 'round and back again 

          I've been so many places I can't remember where or when… 

          And I turned inside out and 'round about and back again 

          Found myself right back where I started again.

There’s something about this day and age, where most everything has to be in black-and-white. There is no in-between, no room or shade of grey and beige. Few people listen to the old sage. So I carried on to my pine-clad mountain home, one pining step at a time. Not quite in step not quite in rhyme, but in my weary shoes contemplating Confucius: 
          The strength of a nation derives from the integrity of the home.

One step at a time

on a stepping stone

of a stonewall

to the great wall

of the land, from

whence come 

the wisdom of the age.

The integrity of a home is built on a rock

That’s the message from me to you

Recalled from a portal to the Great Wall in Mutianyu

Well my heart’s in the Highlands wherever I roam
That’s where I’ll be when I get called home…
I can only get there one step at a time

The strength of a nation derives from the integrity of the home.

And from integrity comes serenity.

One step at a time…

 Serenity

And in the simplicity of a humble abode - peace.

Wompoo Fruit-Dove

The Wompoo Fruit-Dove is one of the most beautiful and spectacular of all the doves found in Australia. It is also known as magnificent fruit-dove or purple-breasted fruit-dove.  Larger than most birds, the Wompoo is mostly found in rainforests, their most favoured habitat. They are rarely seen in other areas.

Wompoo populations are found in the tropical and sub-tropical rainforests along the east coast of Australia from central eastern New South Wales to northern Cape York Peninsula.

Their calls sound very human. On hearing its call I thought of the lyre-bird initially before I spotted this Wompoo in Mount Barney above. The name comes from its tell-tale call, a very distinct "wompoo" that can be heard up to one kilometre away. 

Where food is abundant the Wompoo fruit-dove may be seen in large flocks. However, it is quite hard to spot individual birds in the dense foliage and high canopy of the rainforest. This bird in the D'Aguilar Range took some spotting.

 It has a brilliant green back and upper parts, curving yellow line across its wings, yellow lower belly and underwings, pale grey head and rich plum-purple throat, breast and upper belly. 

Despite its colourful plumage it is easy to miss a bird that blends in naturally with the rainforest.

 Often the first sign of a Wompoo in the forest is the sound of fruit falling onto the forest floor below. 

The bird forages and feeds on figs and a variety of other fruit-bearing trees in the rainforest. The Wompoo Fruit-Dove spreads the seeds of fruit trees and hence helps spread the rainforest.

However, it does fly noisily. This Mount Glorious bird was flapping away when it saw me. It wove its way through the tall rainforest canopy before landing on a branch it felt was far enough from me.

The Wompoo prefers to stay in small local areas making use of whatever fruits are in season. Just like a plodder with his camera, this bird somehow does not like to travel long distances.

Kobble Creek

Exploring some remote parts of D'Aguilar National Park west of Kobble Creek.

One needs to be physically fit and have good navigational skills to visit these parts.

And if you come this-a-way, let someone know of your whereabouts.

The scenery, wildlife, creek and bushland features - these are all worth it.

You can even camp there.

Let's keep it a secret.