It rained early on Monday morning at Beachmere and was quite heavy, but I could see lighter cloud and small patches of blue sky beyond the rain clouds, so I just delayed my start by about 45 minutes. No need to drive in the rain.
I set off via the D’Aguilar Highway and Kilcoy in, order to avoid the city traffic and had a wonderful drive through to Toowoomba, and then on through on my way via Millmerran. I reached Goodiwindi around 3 in the afternoon after doing some 430 kms.
We have such a wonderful country – with so many changes in scenery, that I regularly wish I could just stop and take photos, but as it is I always take longer to reach my destination because I stop too much. I did get stop and get out of the car at several points. Made myself a coffee, took a few photos, watched a lot of galahs (the birds) feasting on some spilled grain near where I was sitting. They were spooked a bit by me, but were fun to watch. Hearing them screech makes you know you are in the bush!
I feel really sad at all the dead kangaroos, on the side of the road. Worse is when there is a recently killed animal and the bright red blood is spilled across the road! There were so many on the Brisbane side of Goondiwindi. So sad.
My first real stop was Goondiwindi as I had several places I wished to see. The Customs House was not open when I arrived, but I had been to the Visitor Information Centre in Goondiwindi and found out more about the town, and places I could see later in the afternoon.
The Customs house is on the McIntyre River, and it is where folk from the south (New South Wales) had to stop and declare their presence before venturing into Queensland. It is quite a little museum with lots of old relics quite visible from the street.
The McIntyre River has huge levee banks to help keep Goondi safe when it floods. Along the top is a well used walking track, and in spots beautiful gardens are planted. Quite pretty.
Near the Customs House is the new statue of the famous horse Gunsynd, the local horse that made good and in its day was such a success with lots of followers of course from Goondiwindi.
There is also The Tree of Knowledge. I know there is a tree at Barcaldine by that name, but had not heard of the one at Goondi.
The story is that people used to gather by this tree way back in the early days and watch the water rise and wonder how high it would come. They would discuss whether the town would flood. Everyone that “knew” the river would meet there and discuss the possibilities.
I would have been through this area about 25 years ago that I can recall. Now there are huge fields where cotton is grown, though all has just been harvested and soon new seeds will be planted.