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Typical Views 19 May 2002 I made sure my fuel tank was full before leaving for my journey into NSW. The trip through Yea and Seymour was with overcast skys looming overhead. Every now and again spots of rain fell on the windcreen but the further from home the better the weather became.
Once into NSW there was only about an hour and half of my trip left until the outscirts of Deniliquin was reached. I booked into the Centrepoint Motel just on 4 pm. That evening I went to the RSL for a meal but not before I photographed the local flocks of Corellas roosting in the trees on the banks of the Edward River.
20-21-23 May 2002 It was a couple of years ago the last time I was working in Deniliquin and I remember it was full of happy children. For the next few days I was to experience a lot of trouble getting happy smiles from these new children. The staff did all they could to help and somehow I managed to get through the morning session. I often have problems getting baby's to smile! There were many different personalities; one child crying because I wouldn't take more photos of her. Another child finding comfort in hiding behind her hands every time I went to take a photo of her and of course the baby's who would cry as I entred the room.
23 May 2002 It was dawn as I crossed the Edward River and soon found the Cobb Highway that leads to Hay. I had a day off and I wasn't going to waste it watching TV.
Not far out of town the first rays of sunlight were breaking though the scrub.
The scrub soon gave way to a flat landscape, the road for the most part is straight. I was to stop more then a couple of times to take in the views.
Every now and again I had to avoid flocks of birds feeding on the side of the road. At one point I saw a magnificent eagle. It was perched proudly on a fence. As I advance to his position he took off with wide wings out-stretched and flew into a nearby tree.
I arrived in Hay and parked the car, I had plenty of time but my first thoughts were, I have been to towns like this before. I decided to push on north. In a brochure I had picked up at the tourist centre back in Deniliquin there was an old Cobb and Co staging depot known as "One Tree Hotel". For me this was a far more interesting site then another township.
If its is possible the landscape and horizon was unbroken in many parts of the thirty eight kilimetres trip to the hotel. When I saw the building off to my left I knew my journey was not in vain. The building is now in ruins and looks out of place in the middle of nowhere. I wasn't the first to see this building because remains of gutted kangaroos littered the dirt in front of the building. After photographing the building from the north, south, east and west I took the video camera inside.
Booligal lay forty kilometres further north on the road that leads to Ivanhoe. Where there is a town, there is always a pub, I thought a beer would go down well. Banjo Paterson wrote a poem called "Hay and Hell and Booligal". On the way up I passed cattle grazing on the side of the raod and had to slow down to make sure I didn't hit any.
Arriving in town I found the pub closed so a long trip went without a drink. On the way back I met up with a lady who was travelling with a horse and wagon. Her only companion was a dog, we chatted for a while then I let her get on with her life and she headed off at a horse pace.
Back in Hay I saw a new tourist complex called the "Shearers Hall of Fame". I had seen most of the exhibitions in other museums so saw nothing new.
I was back in Deniliquin by 4 pm and looked at my day's video and was pleased with what I saw.
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