More Dirt and tortured gumtrees
We’re still cleaning dirt from inside our Airstream after a dusty ride from Pooncarie to Menindee, a small town in outback NSW famous for its lakes full of dead gum trees.
A grey nomad outside the service station swore the road was smooth enough for his wife to sand her nails as they drove. I’m not sure what kind of roads they’ve been driving on.
By the time we arrived at Menindee Lakes, a rust red film covered every surface, and the inside of every drawer and cupboard of our Airstream.
Luckily Sammy, who runs the Menindee Lakes Caravan Park, wrestled the kids while we shook and cleaned.
Sammy’s been living in Menindee for four years with her partner and a tribe of her own – an outback version of the Brady Bunch.
“I just love living here, the space, ” she says when I ask her what it’s like to live in such a a tiny town.
“The downside is there are a few problems. One of the boys got bashed in the head at school the other day.”
Driving around the town centre, there’s not much to see.
Though George Looney’s house made me laugh.
And clearly many locals with a sense of humour.
In this no-doctor town, the locals have an on-call nurse who is in contact with the Royal Flying Doctor Service at Broken Hill.
But just our luck, the doctors were in the air, flying an emergency patient to Adelaide.
The friendly nurse went through her head trauma “check-list.”
After a couple of hours of observation, she handed me a bottle of Panadol and said to call her if things took “a turn.”
Not wanting to take the risk, we cooked the kids dinner, watched the sunset and left our lakeside haven for the outback hub of Broken Hill where the nearest hospital is.