Tuesday, 6 December 2011

travelling central and southeast queensland

Working travels and travails.

Some few weeks ago I travelled to Biloela in central queensland for yet another out-of-town work stint. I planned a bit of an itinerary to take in some of the sights of central and southeast Queensland. This working stint will allow some driving through the regional councils of Moreton Bay, Somerset, South Burnett and North Burnett, while doing some work in Banana and Gladstone. I did go bananas before.

Travel day was a fine day, great for driving. Some clouds floated overhead keeping the temperatures down. Following familiar roads and places, we started up the Bruce Highway to Caboolture, thence turned off D’Aguilar Highway through the small towns Wamuran, D’Aguilar and Woodford. The Moreton Bay area offers a wide array of recreation leisure and entertainment activities in natural settings from beach resorts to rural mountain bays and rivers.

Soon we sight Kilcoy and Moore on the northern outskirts of Somerset region. The Somerset is a destination for a relaxing retreat, bed-and-breakfast or farmstay, camping, rail trail hiking or riding, wineries water sports and activities or sky diving. Apparently you can do it all here.
It is normally a pleasant experience but driving up the blackbutt range we got caught behind roadworks below Benarkin. Benarkin is the gateway to the south burnett from moreton.

The South Burnett is located atop Australia's Great Dividing Range directly west of the Sunshine Coast. The region is different, really different - to the coast, or virtually anywhere else in the Sunshine State. The region and its charming towns beg to be explored. Now why wouldn’t one do exactly that?              

We drive through Blackbutt and Yarraman on the range. Been that, done there.



In Nanango I bought peanuts from a peanut van under some spreading gum trees. I stayed in this town before for work in nearby Blackbutt. This town (4th oldest town in Queensland) in the green grassed meadows and rail trails of the South Burnett is at the junction of the D’Aguilar hwy and Burnett hwy.  We zoom past Nanango, Goomeri and the Tansey turnoff to the coast, and thence into North Burnett.
Straddling an area of almost 20,000 square kilometres and a population of around 10 600, the North Burnett region includes the townships of Eidsvold, Gayndah, Monto, and Mundubbera and many villages and farming catchments.The region takes its name from the Burnett River that was named after surveyor "Burnett", one of the early explorers. Settlement occurred in 1848 with sheep stations and later cattle and eventually agriculture.The climate is pleasant sub-tropical though frosts and sub-zero temperatures occur in winter between June and August.

Binjour seems worth exploring but I blinked and missed it. Don't you blink too, or you'll miss this caption.
Eyesight test. Only on this blog.

We stopped in Munduberra for lunch and coffee. The royal hotel beckoned but can’t drink and drive, might spill the drink.
So we proceeded on to Eidsvold then Thangool and finally arrive in Biloela in Banana shire.
Banana, a progressive shire of opportunity in Industry, Business and Tourism, is inland from Gladstone and the city of Rockhampton, the beef capital of Australia. Along with these two coastal centres, Banana is a vital hub in the boom industrial centres of central queensland. The Shire derives its name from a renowned huge dun coloured bullock named 'Banana', a legendary decoy for leading wild cattle to pens. Coal mining, beef production, power generation, dryland cropping and irrigation cropping such as lucerne and cotton are the Shire's major industries. It is rich in natural resources, with extensive undeveloped coal deposits and  abundant supplies of coalbed methane gas. The Biloela meatworks is the third largest in Queensland and processes meat for export throughout Australia, Asia and around the western Pacific region.


A motel room. Home for a few weeks.
I spent the next three weeks in the Banana-Gladstone regions. 


While in Banana, we ranged out to Cracow, Theodore, Banana and Biloela our base.

The Cracow pub is famous for tent boxing. I fronted up one lazy lunchtime, but no one else did.
So I settled for a glass of milk.
Gladstone (named after William Gladstone, a 19th century British Secretary of State for the Colonies) is in Central Queensland, bounded by the Coral Sea in the east, the Bundaberg and North Burnett Regional Council areas in the south, the Banana Shire in the west, and the Rockhampton Regional Council area in the north.




Some of the places we visited in the Gladstone area include:


Calliope is inland from Gladstone. A great rest stop.


Mt Alma



Mount Larcom.

Targinie.
Yarwun.
The density is well under one person per hectare but this may well change with the boom in the coal seam gas industry. Virtually all the pipelines converge in Gladstone. Other industries include an alumina refinery and smelter, a power station and port facilities.




The peripheral rural land is used mainly for cattle grazing, with some grain growing, fodder cropping, and timber and tropical fruit production. 


The Gladstone council is serviced by the Bruce Highway, the Dawson Highway, major Roads and the North Coast Line of the Brisbane to Cairns railway. 




This is vaguely familiar. I did do time working on the railways here in Gladstone. That was when I was young, before I dreamt of highways. Now I’m a highwayman again.



Over many long days and longer weeks, we drove through many long and lonesome highways, and many rough and dusty byways.



From burning bush to burning mountains.




Across mountain ranges and hill and dale.


Across rivers creeks and meadow.


Through barbed wire and electric fences and tall grasses, rocky paddocks and pasturing bullocks, kangaroos and wild dogs, cockatoos and snakes. I will be posting some images of the amazing wildlife that I saw here.

We met many a friendly dog or horse or rabbit or kangaroo?
And many a hostile gate or two.


From sunup to sundown, I toiled for pay for my day. One more dollar and I'm goin' home.



A three-week stint is long enough for non-stop work, 10-12 hour days. I was totally knackered, so I retreated.

Twas still dark when we hit the road again on the return trip. On the Burnett Highway, some low-lying mist and cloud suspension escorted us down our way. We had breakfast under a lean-to in Monto. Later we paused for smoko at a truck stop near Munduberra.
The big orange.
After another quick stop in Gayndah for my travelling companion to have a cigarette, we got back in the state forests of the south burnett. We stopped yet again in Goomeri, for driver changeover and some coffee and cake with cream and cherry. I am starting to unlike these stops.
Amidst some grazing cattle on a green hillside, the sight of three sizeable antlered red deer scampering up a rocky ridge is quite a privilege. I hope they're not feral.
The south Burnett area has some of the richest farmlands in Australia. It now produces 95% of duboisia in the world.The peanut capital of Australia is in Kingaroy.



We catch a glimpse of lake Barambah.



Purchase more peanuts in Nanango (the first town established here in the south burnett). Nanango derives from the aboriginal word “noogoonida” meaning “watering hole.” At Yarraman i was in two minds whether to take the new England hwy via Toowoomba and the darling downs or the shorter way. The car voted with its shaky wheels so we rolled on down the  D’Aguilar Highway.


The roadworks delays at Blackbutt range took even longer this time. 


And so we leave the south burnett for now. Next time i’ll go off the beaten track to places in the region’s west and explore more of the roads less travelled around the bunya mountains through to the western downs in southern queensland. For now we take the turnoff to Esk Valley Highway.



Soon we come to the little village of Harlin on the hills. The place invited me to stop but I kept going as i know Harlin wouldn’t run, and I’m going back to Harlin.



So on past Toogoolawah,




thence Esk, then the quite full Wivenhoe dam, to a fuel stop in Fernvale for the final leg of the trip. So on to the Warrego Highway and the Ipswich Motorway and then the busy freeways to home.


Three weeks and 5,000 kilometres. Good I had some music for company in the country.


I need a break.



Sunday, 20 November 2011

mt coot-tha mousdash 2011

2011 Mousdash 13 November
I 'counted' at least a thousand people (700 runners, 200 walkers, and 100 teams) who converged on mt coot-tha botanic gardens for the 3rd mousdash 10.5km run and 5km walk.
It was a fine morning, warming up to a typical late spring/early summer day in November in Brisbane. Runners with their attire are a colourful enough bunch, but the addition of walkers, and the teams event, and supporters give an extra lift to the 'keeping fit' spirit. The place was buzzing with excitement and anticipation.
The event has grown again in numbers this year (15% increase in runners) and looks to be a fixture in the running calendar for the next few years.
We congregated under the palms at the carpark.
The event ‘ran’ smoothly, except for a few minutes delay at the start, and also a lack of toilet amenities, which was maybe part of the delay. A race official even suggested to runners to help 'water' the trees and plants in the gardens.
Some put a bit of effort into growing a 'mo for this year's movember dash. Others just faked it.

And then they were off.

I definitely did not run smoothly, but many of the others did. I’m amazed how they sprint up the mountain and sustain good speed to the finish. The top 10 placegetters finished in under 40 minutes and a great number (the first 100) under 50 minutes. The faster half (first 340-350) finished in just under one hour which is very good going for this route. I managed to not go under my age which is -I don’t know - a good thing or a pity. Good that i’m not that old, or a pity that i’m so slow, so I’m told. Not that I need reminding. The results were promptly posted by the event timers. I believe photos are available for purchase.
I took some candid ones pre-race.

The race was last weekend, when i was on a break from working in central queensland. While on away work i had precious little training for any running event let alone mt coot-tha. But I had grown a stubble on my dial to pass off for a 'tash.
Twas early last Sunday morning, i fronted up at the mt coot-tha botanical gardens with not much expectation. Having joined a few funruns I knew where to take my place - near the back. The net time was to be adjusted from the gun time, but like last year, this did not happen.

Last year I parked on a grassy verge of a sidestreet under the purple splash of a spreading jacaranda tree. I did so again this time but had to get in really early.

The third running of the Mousdash - a 10.5 km run up and down Mt Kuta. Is a great way to finish the 2011 running calendar.
I described the race route before (2010 mousdash) but briefly:The first 2.75 section of the run is the hardest. It is all uphill, with an average gradient of just under 10%. This is exactly like running up to Mt Sto Tomas, or Camp 6 to BGH in Baguio-Benguet in the mountainous Philippine Cordillera. The next section (3km to 6.5km) is along the road snaking through about a half-dozen picnic parks under the gum trees of the rolling ridges of kuta, home to the various television stations. The third section (6.5km to 8.5km) is all downhill. The final 2km flat has one more tricky little climb.
map of the mt coot-tha mousdash route



Tuesday, 25 October 2011

My Mountain Home

Mainit is a village in Bontoc municipality in Mountain Province in the Cordillera region in the Philippines, and nestled deep - out on the mountains.


Mainit is about an hour's drive from Bontoc, or a three-hour hike...




These pictures were taken during a fire-plagued dry season in April 2010.
The scars from the  mountain fires blight the serene landscape.


The ricefields of Guina-ang with the hamlets of Dalican in the smoke-shrouded distance.

Fires have dried out the swiftly-rushing streams.


The ricefields are green but they are getting parched.



Why burn?


The ricefields of Chakkang amidst the desecrated steep mountainsides.

A pine grove holds sway.


How green was my valley?



Our mountains, our fields, our home. Let us protect them. From fires, from mines, from lies.








Blueberry shrubs thriving on the stonewalls of Tuvo ricefields.





The hotspring continues to give forth life.

How many times must the summers burn,
before the springs run dry?

Save our village,our home. Stop the burning.

You young people, educate the old folks at home.


 For their sake, and the future.