This morning I booked into a tour to visit the mine that helped create the town of Mount Morgan. In fact the 'actual' Mount Morgan doesn't exist anymore. It was completely removed during the mining process and these days, where Mount Morgan used to be, there is a humongous hole that is now filled with acid water.
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| Here is the hole where Mount Morgan used to be... The one on the left... |
I had a chance to sit at the gigantic desk of the Managing Director of the mine. It's funny how the desks used to get bigger to indicate status. This is the biggest one I've seen so far. It didn't even fit into the photo.
The next caption is in conmemoration of something that I find very strange. The miners had a period of rest (call it morning tea). When they came out of the mine to rest, there were all these children waiting for them; the miners gave them their billy cans (the ones usually used to carry food or water) and asked them to go to the pub and get them some beer. So the children would run through the Cutter Lane to the closest pub, fill up the Billy can with beer and bring it to the miners, for a coin I suppose.
So, over the years, 'running the cutter' became an annual race and a town festival.
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| In remembrance of the Cutter Lane children |
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My friend Andrew Adam at the Leichhardt Hotel, with Sandy, the store manager.
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| Here we are, in front of the Leichhardt, if you ever go past Mount Morgan, I recommend it, great food, great people. |
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| On the way to Emerald, my first encounter with a Road Train, scary things, and this is only a small one. |
Finally arrived at Emerald at 7.30PM, unfortunately ended up travelling at night (again). It's hard to calculate travel times when there is so much work on the roads; there were many sections closed and others at a 40kmh max.
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| I met a nice bunch of people at the camping in Emerald, they gave me lots of tips for the rest of the trip |
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| Resident possum at the camping, looking for a handout |
