We are sitting here under the awning in Isla Gorge National Park. All alone. It has been a hot day mid 30s but there is a breeze up now and it is cooling down. Just finished a BBQ pork sausage and salad for dinner.
After leaving Gayndah we found ourselves at Cracow, west of Eidsvold. Prior to that we had enjoyed a slice of an apple pie we had picked up at the Fernvale Bakery on the recommendation of daughter Gillian. She goes out of her way to get one of these for herself. I concur with the recommendation, massive pie stuffed with apple. Tastes great!
Had a brief stop in Munduburra to see the mural on the pump station.
Cracow, pronounced ‘Crack-O’ is a bit of a ghost town. There are about 90 people living around the town, all the street scape is abandoned except for the hotel. The pub survives because of the Cracow gold mine. The pub opens at 4pm and is strongly supported by the workforce which lives in a fly in fly out camp. The mine has been going on or off under different ownership since the late 1800s.
We had a great evening there enjoying a T bone and parmie. Homealone took some of hers back to the van. Good chat with some locals.
We had a night at Cracow in the powered ‘free camp’, donation was liked. Good facilities and a pleasant night. Slight hassle with the power going on and off. But we survived!
The next morning we headed out to Isla Gorge NP. Hot day. The camp area overlooks the Gorge, quite remote and wild. Thought provoking environment. Great views of the gorge and cliffs.
Next stop will be Theodore as we meander north.
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