The Nullarbor Plain (nul-arbor: no trees) lies across the WA/SA border and its cliffs hold back the Southern Ocean. Technically, the highway only crosses the plain around Nullarbor Station at the head of the Bight, but generally a Nullarbor crossing is the 1200 km from Norseman, WA to Ceduna, SA, though the Eyre Highway continues another 500 km across the Eyre Peninsula to Port Augusta (map).
The Plain is largely uninhabited except for the roadhouses every 60-180 km and the quarantine workers at the border (Eucla/Border Village Roadhouse). Driving across from west to east, the clay soils of the Goldfields and the Great Western Woodlands give way after Balladonia to limestone plains, light scrub and saltbush until well into South Aust. and the Mallee woodlands around Yalata. The Nullarbor itself is “the world’s largest single exposure of limestone bedrock”, but as far as I can see, sand, limestone and mallee scrub extend all the way across SA and into northern Victoria.
Much of the plain is fenced for grazing, sheep I imagine, though you never see any. Then from around Nundroo – a couple of houses and an old service station – scattered wheat farmers scratch a living from marginal soils and even more marginal rainfall. Penong, 70 km before Ceduna, is the one township, with a truck stop, a couple of shops and a police station. A while ago, I wondered why Kim Scott’s great grandmother Fanny (Benang) and her husband carried supplies from Esperance (on the coast) to Balladonia, 180 km east of Norseman. It was not a sheep station as I thought but a township, although for what purpose I cannot imagine, and is now long gone.
The signs along the highway, when they’re not being stolen by backpackers, warn of camels, kangaroos and wombats. There’s no shortage of kangaroos, or emus or wedge-tailed eagles; camels are a problem when they venture this far south, which is luckily not often, because their weight and high centre of gravity cause a lot of damage when you hit them; wombats dead or alive, you used to see a lot of at the eastern end of the plain, but not so much now.
I can only think of two literary references to the Nullarbor, Daisy Bates’ The Passing of the Aborigines, a selection of articles written by her and collated by Ernestine Hill, and Hill’s biography of Bates, Kabbarli (here); and Stephen Orr’s The Hands with its improbable Herefords (they certainly wouldn’t get fat!) and mathematically impossible train sighting (one hour horizon to horizon at 100 kph). Though at the edge of my memory is an SF novel written by Sean McMullen, a workmate of a friend but now apparently famous, Mirrorsun Rising about a post-apocalyptic future which somehow involves Victoria at war with Western Australia.
The Indigenous map I rely on (here) shows a major language group extending from around the Goldfields (Kalgoorlie) along the Bight to Nullarbor Station in South Australia. As best I can discover, the original languages along the coast were Ngadjunmaya to the west and Mirning to the east, both now extinct. The people of the Goldfields and out into the desert are Wangkatja, Western Desert people
Further east, from Yalata to Ceduna, were the Wirangu whose language was subsumed by the related Kokatha, another member of the Western Desert family of languages to their north, following the establishment of the Koonibba mission near Ceduna (map). Yalata on the highway has been a mission, a roadhouse and is now an Indigenous community centre. And the roadhouse where you could once stop for souvenirs and snacks is closed.
Not just out on the Nullarbor, but in the roadhouses I use in WA, in the Goldfields and the Pilbara, and in outback SA and NSW, you never – I think I can say never – see Aboriginal workers. Racism probably. Chinese-run roadhouses don’t prosper either, though there are a couple of Indian ones. Truckies it seems, like to be served by (white) housewives and backpacker girls.
The SA end of the Eyre Highway was sealed in 1976 and I made my first crossing at the end of 1977, so I never got to cross on the dirt, though long sections of the old road still run parallel to the bitumen. I’d always wanted to run east-west and my business, I was an owner-driver then too, was registered as “Go West”. I got my chance when Holymans in Sydney offered me a load of lawn mower grass catchers. I’d brought a mixed load of oranges and general freight up from Adelaide and the Riverland, unloaded Sunday night at the markets, went round to Holymans who had me going by Mon evening; was in Adelaide Tues arvo to top up; and more importantly pick up my girlfriend Tommy who had promised to introduce me if I ever got a load to Perth, to her busty blonde friend Xenia; arrived Perth Thurs, pulled up in inner suburban Rivervale outside Xenia’s duplex; and were met at the front door not by Xenia but by her slender younger sister …
Milly and baby Psyche. I went off and unloaded. Xenia came home from work and took us down the beach. By that night I had been awake 6 days. I fell asleep in the shower, was discovered, crawled behind a couch and there lay oblivious to the five women who hadn’t seen Tommy for years since they were all together in Alice Springs, and now had a lot to say.
The next morning I woke early. Milly was in the kitchen feeding Psyche. We talked, we sat and read, I held Psyche. Later, the girls said if I was ever back in Perth I should come and stay. I rang Adelaide, organized a load for Xmas Eve. Took Tommy home. “You’ve fallen for Xenia, haven’t you,” she said – resigned after repeatedly losing boyfriends to her in Alice. “No,” I said, “her sister.”
Drove all day Xmas Day, absolutely no traffic, was back in Perth Boxing Day and stayed for 2 weeks. Down the beach, Cottesloe, Swanbourne, New Years Eve at Steve’s (a famous pub). The time of my life. Got regular east-west work, took Xenia to Melbourne, took Milly’s best friend to Melbourne. Brought my Monaro back, to take Milly to the drive-ins. It took a while to convince her. And where was the Young Bride you ask. In Holland as it happens – a story for another day.
I struggled to get work for my trailer, a pantec (van), so borrowed B2’s flattop. Rolled it with a load of jarrah when I came over the rise into Ceduna and there was a train on the line, took it off the road out into the sand and laid it gently on its side. Bought a new trailer but was soon broke and declared bankruptcy. Was a salesman for a few months, then a driver again, crossing the Nullarbor twice a week each way, two-up (one driving, one asleep) with Ipec fast freight. Rolled another truck in the Blue Mountains. Flew home. Retired. Lou was on the way.
After five years in Perth I dragged Milly and the kids to Melbourne where we stayed for fifteen years. Milly flew home sometimes and we made two trips by car, Mitsubishi Magna station wagons, a trailer for the tent and supplies. The first time the two youngest sat in the very back (with seatbelts!), talked and played games, Psyche listened to music, Milly read to me and kept everyone fed. The second time Lou had a broken leg, a corkscrew fracture when he was tackled by all his fellow scouts, including his sister, playing british bulldog, and he got the back. Psyche flew home early that trip to celebrate her 18th birthday while we came home round the coast, the Big Tree at Pemberton, Denmark, Albany, Esperance.
In 2001 Milly had had enough of Melbourne and drove back to Perth in her little Daewoo, came back to see us in July and again at the end of the year when she sold up. I hung on for a couple of months then drove my lovely Triumph 2500 TC I’d bought all those years ago back in Perth, round to the wreckers, piled all I had left in the Mitsubishi and drove over to join her (share housing you understand, we’d been separated a while). Started running out of Perth to north Qld for Sam, till in December (2002) a co-driver foisted on me for a quick trip to Darwin rolled the truck with me in the sleeper and I packed it in. And that was it for Nullarbor crossings until I rejoined Sam and Dragan earlier this year. The rest you know.
Train refuses to stop for injured Aboriginal, Ooldea, 1941 (here)
Aboriginal Astronomical Traditions from Ooldea (here)
Our People, Ooldea (here)
Ian McEwan (M, Eng), Sweet Tooth (2012)
Jonathon Kellerman (M, USA), Heartbreak Hotel (2017)
Margaret Atwood (F, Can), The Handmaid’s Tale (1985)
Kerry Greenwood (F, Vic/Aust), Death at Victoria Dock (1992)
Kate Chopin (F, USA), The Awakening (1899) – Project Gutenberg
Laurent Binet, The 7th Function of Language
Yelena Moskovich, The Natashas
23 thoughts on “Crossing the Nullarbor”
I’ll have to do some hunting around to find which book it was but I do remember reading about a road trip with two whinging kids and a junkie mother at some stage…
I think I’ve seen the movie of that one! Actually there is a road trip movie which starts off at the Footscray circus school.
Romy Ash’s Floundering I think Lisa – which you read I think but I haven’t.
And yes, of course Cassandra Aberline which I’ve read – she goes across in the train.
Yes, I think that’s it. And maybe Van Loon’s one too? I should tag my books with themes…
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Oh, you make me laugh Lisa with your vigorous tagging! I thought you were tagging with setting?? That would do this one wouldn’t it?
Oh yes, and also A Week in the Life of Cassandra Aberline
Good review and descriptive of the desert. Reminds me of a literary reference I should have included, the road trip undertaken by Ernestine Hill and Henrietta Drake-Brockman in Hill’s armoured personnel carrier in the course of which they visited KSP in Kalgoorlie.
Your comment about workers in the roadhouses reminded me of our recent trip to Port Macquarie. Mr Gums wanted to get his haircut so decided to go to the local Just Cuts. I said “I bet you won’t find any Koreans or Mauritians like you do in Canberra ones”. He said, “But Port Macquarie is regional too” (Canberra counts as regional service for visa purposes you see.) I replied, “Yes, but still, I’d be surprised …” Guess who was right!
Enjoyed this post, Bill, though it’s hard to keep up with you! We had a Mitsubishi Magna from 1993 to 2005. We drove to the Centre and back in it. Great car. Replaced it with a Subaru Forester which is about to to be replaced …
Have you read The awakening before? I’ve read it a couple of times (before blogging), and have read and reviewed many of Chopin’s short stories.
Tim’s just bought a new Forester. We road tested down to Rye and back today:)
Have you had a Forester before? I’ve loved ours, but it’s getting old. We are seriously thinking hybrid next. There has been a hybrid Subaru SUV in the US but there are not near future plans to introduce it here which is making me cranky. The Mitsubishi Outlander has a petrol-hybrid version but it’s bigger again. We don’t need bigger.
Have caught glimpses of you and Lisa commenting as I drove, you seem to have answered each other’s queries ok. Loved The Awakening, first time. If I have it at home and I think I do I’ll write up a review.
I had 3 Magna wagons from about 1988 on, the last one I kept for 10 or so years. Had a couple of utes since. Mum and Dad had a Forrester, drove up and down the east coast in it, very reliable. Milly has a small car and we might get one last electric or hybrid car between us, maybe a Nissan Leaf or something similar.
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Oh do, Bill, because I read it too long ago to do a review.
We have a small car – a Honda Jazz. We tried one car for a short time after Mr Gums retired but when he got busy, and with Canberra’s poor public transport network (and us not being cyclists) we returned to two cars. The Jazz is 9 years old but has only done just over 50K so is not up for renewal, but we would replace it with a small electric or hybrid if (or when the time comes.) The Forester is the car I drive and the one we use together, while the Jazz is the one Mr Gums uses when he’s off on his own.
I downloaded Chopin as an mp3 file for each chapter. Can easily email them to you if your radio has a USB port.
Yes, Tim’s old one was 17 years old, and he didn’t want to part with it but it only had two airbags and I wanted him to have all the new safety technology that my Mazda has got…
Re Foresters again: there is some doubt about whether hybrids are actually better from an environmental POV due to concerns re the battery (manufacture and disposal). Who knows? I don’t. I might have bought a Toyota hybrid but their staff are so sexist they let a woman wander round the showroom and yard unattended for 10-15 minutes despite there being no other customers, presumably *sigh* because they think women don’t buy cars unless they have a man alongside. Since 1988 i.e. last century I have bought my last four cars without a man alongside so I waited just long enough for Mr Toyota to finally come to talk to me, told them they were sexist and departed. And bought my new car elsewhere.
Anyway both my Mazda and Tim’s new Forester have an automatic system (called iStop in the Mazda) which shuts off the engine when the car is stationary at traffic lights and then it instantly starts up again by itself when you take your foot off the brake. So it uses a lot less petrol around town. And (since it has gadgetry that tells you this) it’s very fuel efficient on country runs, more so than my last Mazda, and Tim’s is even better.
(Possibly because he doesn’t zoom-zoom as much as I like to…)
Why doesn’t our government, even Labor governments, mandate recycling, then we would know the environmental cost of things instead of having to guess. I bought diesels because years ago I thought as petroleum ran out we could switch to used vegetable oil – then along came fracking. Losing all our aquifers is not a cost apparently.
Well, there is a website where you can compare cars, but it’s useless. All the cars that are at the top of the list are expensive models that ordinary mortals like us can’t possibly buy (and even if we could, we would baulk at spending that amount of money on a mere car). I wrote to them, and suggested they set it up in price brackets, so that people could compare within medium and low price brackets, but they didn’t want to know.
BTW I read somewhere (the ABC? The Conversation?) that diesels for passenger vehicles for urban use are a bad idea because their particles make the air pollution in the city worse.
Mr Gums detests diesels in the city because of the particulate issue – he has ranted about them for years. I understand they need to be very well maintained to stay relatively clean.
Yes, I understand that nothing is simple in making these decisions. Our preference would be for a plug-in electric hybrid but the options are few and as you say, Lisa, many options are very expensive. Petrol cars are getting more and more efficient. On balance, though, I think the emissions from cars in cities in particular is a major issue and could be the deciding factor in the complicated swings and balances.
Anyhow we are still tossing up. I do love the Forester!
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Yes. Diesels are on the way out, trucks as well as cars.
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I’m sure the trip across the Nullarbor for West Coast Eagles fans will be a breeze after today’s footy result! (As a Carlton supporter, I was barracking for the Weagles of course!).
I’ve gone to bed, at Caiguna, without knowing the result. Haven’t seen any flag waving, maybe tomorrow as I get closer to Perth.
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