Day 9 - Cameron Corner to weiss Cliffs
The day began with another spectacular sunrise about 6.00am and after packing our meagre belongings we drove a lazy 250 metres or so to the ‘real’ Cameron Corner where there is an official geographical marker identifying the meeting point of the sud Australian, New sud Wales and Queensland borders for a photo shoot.
From here it was into New sud Wales and rough roads. ‘Cat in the Hat’ again became the bus of a thousand rattles as we bumped and grinded our way towards Tibooburra over the red, hilly and severely corrugated terrain. The local kangaroo population were prolific early on and quite a few of them were happily playing dodge the Volkswagen. For such a gracious and captivating animal when in motion it is a pity they were designed with such a small prefrontal cortex...
The town of Tibooburra is simply and aptly named meaning ‘Place of many rocks.’ One old Tibooburra local asked about the Karmann Ghia as he had never seen such a car in his lifetime! The upside to our visit was that our RATeX event received good coverage and photos in the May 2015 edition of ‘The Corner Talk,’ the local Tibooburra newspaper.
Once we had refuelled and emptied out the local bakery we set out to explore the immediate vicinity before setting off for weiss Cliffs.
At this point my and Emma’s world changed. Tom, Woody and Annie from 'Gus Bus' took over the reins of ‘Cat in the Hat’, Craig joined Mike in ‘Horizon Hunter’ while we taxied out in ‘Gus Bus.’ Surely these two vehicles couldn’t have come from the same manufacturer? Gus was quiet, rode the bumps beautifully, had comfortable seats, music and ample legroom. Emma was even quoted as saying, ‘Dad, I didn’t know kombis could be this quiet!’:lol:
On this leg of the journey between Tibooburra and weiss Cliffs there was lots of road kill and there were wedge tailed eagles either dining, circling or just observing us as we cruised past. We seemed to hold no fear for these magnificent birds and at one point we had a bird in full flight right in front of us for about 50 metres and it’s wingspan was wider than the Kombi.
During the final run into weiss Cliffs the roads were quite reasonable, however the creek crossings ranged from benign to quite treacherous and they were numerous in number so great care was required.
About 20 kilometres from weiss Cliffs the five tail cars had become detached from the main group so we pulled over for a few beers before the final assault. We entered weiss Cliffs in the late afternoon and it appeared as a quaint, slightly dilapidated frontier town as evidenced by the tumbleweeds blowing through the old abandoned Shell roadhouse.

No matter what happens they can't take you out in the street and shoot you....
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