HOWDY FOLKS FROM ROCKHAMPTON

Today we left glorious Elliot beach and made our way to cowboy country...the town of Rockhampton.

The endless road looked like this......

AND THIS.....

 

It is the country of the Brahman, the Braford, the Droughtmaster, the Santa Gertrudis, and the Romangola.  These are all......

   MASSIVE BULLS!!!!!!!!!

But they all seemed to be hiding, we couldn't see any of them.

As we rolled along the highway, long grasses swept past us.

On and on we rolled along, yet another endless highway.

At Miriam Vale we stopped to put some petrol in the tank and met

NONE OTHER THAN....

              THE GLADSTONE HARLEY OWNERS GROUP!

or.... HOG ....as they like to call themselves.

Skin instantly wanted to ride one of their bikes.

He was so taken with the idea of motorbike riding that he wanted to RIDE WITH THE GROUP!

David, Peter, Sandra and Leonnie ( WHO REFUSED TO HAVE HER PHOTO TAKEN!)

ALL SAID, " YOU CAN RIDE WITH US SKIN, WE WILL SHOW YOU A GOOD TIME!"

Skin jumped into David's soft leather jacket and tried to hide from me.

I had to kindly remove him and put him QUICKLY back in his car seat, explaining that he would have to buy the correct gear before he could safely travel with the Harley Group and be a bit older as he was tooo ...young to be a GROUPIE!

On we rolled with only one sign appearing again and again, informing us that the ambulance was now 50 kilometres, then 20 kilometres then finally only 3 kilometres away.

(Skin thought they had put the sign there for him. )

(I think they should have put up a search party alert sign!)

Finally we reached Rockhampton and

Skin rode his first Braford bull EVER. ( ON HIS EAR!)

REMEMBER,  HE HAD RIDDEN JAMBIRU THE DROUGHTMASTER BULL  AT ROSEWOOD AT THE FARM OF THE FABULOUS BOWMAN'S!

Skin was now feeling so confident with beef cattle that he was considering riding one of them at the local rodeo.

He climbed up on the bull arena fence and waited for two hours, but no bulls came out.

Then, all of a sudden, he was surprised out of his skin by.....

 

AN ENORMOUS BRAHMAN BULL!

HE SCREAMED AT THE TOP OF HIS BANANA LUNGS AND RAN FOR HIS LIFE!

I said that I thought we should quit while we were ahead....

( OR TWO HEADS! )

So we nosied off to the GREAT WESTERN HOTEL and had a cold cordial with the locals.

When we arrived at the caravan park, Skin was convinced that he saw a real cowboy.....

BUT I WAS NOT TOO SURE!