
Tibooburra also has some lovely signs at the town entrance.




We started the day with a visit to the pubs in town. The
Family Hotel had a cold publican, but decidedly frisky murals which let all the
private parts hang out.
A friendly sheepdog bounded up for a cuddle. The other
pub had a bearded drinker statue forever enjoying a coldie.
Next, we jarred our fillings on the corrugation of the
gibber plains and dry creeks of Sturt National Park. Like a video game, we dodge various dangers on the road: road train, emus and goats crossing in front of us.
Close to the Mount Wood
Homestead was a fascinating Outdoor Pastoral Museum with a faithfully recreated
whim showing how the farm worked.
The Whim was drawn by horses or camels in the late 1800s and
was a very efficient method of raising water from wells up to 300 feet deep.
We
also saw a walking beam engine for drawing water too. The fleeces were cleaned using
the dam in the Mount Wood woolscour complex, including cleaning machinery and a
partly excavated drying ground. We were impressed with all the hard work and
ingenuity that went into working this gritty, sunburnt country.






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