Gary shared this neat history of the Jerry Can.

http://para-rigger.posthaven.com/fwd-the-little-can-that-could

This is Leigh’s final report from his trip across Australia in a 1944 Ford GPW. Thanks again to Leigh for assembling this record of their adventure. This is a news report published while the convoy was on the road. It gives more background into the purpose of the convoy. For previous entries read the previous entry here.

Red section on map was the approx. alternate route home that we fortunately avoided.

Setting off early for Jervois Station, 2750 sq.km (1708 sq.ml.) the Plenty Hwy soon deterioated (“Plenty” of corrugations, bulldust holes & rocks like broken house bricks) to the point where it claimed our first victim, Sam’s Jeep went one way in a bulldust hole & the trailer went another, tipping the trailer. Fortunately no one was injured however the trailer required a bit of work.

Plenty Hwy trailer overturned.

More of the Plenty Hwy.

Arriving at Jervois the weather was deteriorating so some firewood was gathered with the help of the Power Wagon & we set up camp. With no improvement in conditions we continued next day to Gemtree, gateway to the Gem fields of Central Australia, only 126 miles but due to the condition of the road everyone was glad to arrive. Here we were treated to a Camp Oven Roast by the local camping park.

Evening fire and a beautiful sunset.

At Gemtree the road from there on to Alice Springs is sealed so apart from occasional rattles from our clutch and a leaking fuel pump on the Power Wagon there were no further dramas. We arrived in “the Alice” as it is known to coincide with the Alice Springs Transport Hall of Fame reunion, a week long showcase of Australian transport history. 

Piano key section of the Hwy is reinforced to take aircraft of the Royal Flying Doctor in an emergency.

From here some were heading back to Western Australia via the Great Central road while others chose to visit Lamberts the geographical centre of Austarlia and continue down the historic Oodnadatta track, another 1200 km (745 ml) of rough unsealed road to Copley, then on to Adelaide.

Coober Pedy the Opal capital of Australia

Fortunately as it turned out, time constraints had us head straight down the excellent Stuart Hwy between Alice Springs & Adelaide stopping briefly at Coober Pedy the Opal capital of Australia. It was here that the clutch started shedding springs from the disc, parts of these then intermittantly jammed the pressure plate causing loss of clutch, character building Cheryl called it, especially when it happened on Bolte Bridge, the main thoroughfare through Melbourne in peak hour traffic.

Bad clutch

Some statistics: Miles covered 4235 (6815 km)  Total fuel used 987 litres (approx 260 US gal)  at a cost of AU$1510. The highest fuel price seen was AU$2.10 / litre, fortunately by carrying five Jerry cans we didn’t have to purchase any at this price.

The next trip has been planned for 2020 to re-trace the route & visit the wartime installations from Alice Springs to Darwin.

This is Part V of Leigh’s trip across Australia in a 1944 Ford GPW. Read Part IV here.

The trip so far. They started near Melbourne, met their group in Adelaide, and then together caravanned northward. On this leg they drove from Cordillo to Tobermory Station.

Cadelga Ruins

Leaving Cordillo we headed for Cadelga Ruins reflecting on the hardships encountered by pastoralists from isolation and drought, from there it was on to Birdsville, one of the remotest towns in outback Queensland and gateway to the Simpson Desert, the worlds largest area of parallel sand dunes, home of “Big Red” a 40 metre high dune. Birdsville is best known for the annual Birdsville races where the population swells from a sleepy 115 to over 8000 for one week in September.

Parked in front of the Birdsville Hotel

From Birdsville we headed north to Bedourie which started life as a major watering and rest stop for drovers and cattle as well as Cobb & Co coaches. Here we were treated to free camping at the Simpson Desert Oasis and although it was a Saturday the local school children (all 12 of them) arrived in uniform to be taken for rides around the town. I guess we were a bit of a spectacle in our old military vehicles.

Cattle transport Oz style!

Next day, and on a sealed road, on to Boulia – population 230, administrative centre of the Boulia shire that covers 61,176 square kilometers (23.620 sq. mile) with a total population of approximately 600, no over crowding here. The bush telegraph had worked overtime and the school kids arrived by bus to recieve the same joy ride experience as in Bedourie. It was here that the clutch started giving more grief, noises, difficulty in selecting first gear, nothing to do but press on.

Sandhill country

That night we were treated to a great BBQ with entry by donation and the proceeds going to the Royal Flying Doctor Service, an organisation that does great work in these remote outback communities.

Leigh & Cheryl @ NT border

Next morning off to Tobermorey Station, 249 km (154 mile) along the Donohue Hwy. Although highway it was not, one participant described it as a “boulder strewn goat track”. Tobermorey covers 5994 sq. km. (3724 ml) and is 110 mile long and 24 mile wide with the Simpson Desert forming its southern boundary.

Tomorrow on to Jervois via the Plenty Hwy, unfortunately the Plenty Hwy made the Donohue Hwy feel like a concrete interstate!

Read about the final leg of the journey here

This is Part IV of Leigh’s trip across Australia in a 1944 Ford GPW. Read Part III here.

Map showing the trip from Montecollina to Cordillo Downs

Leaving Innaminka

Once more the weather was fine as we set off for Innaminka, although this was to be the un-doing of one of the Jeeps as the temperature reached 35 deg C (95 deg F) and combined with the hard going it cracked a cylinder head, yet another MB (Toyota engined) had electrical & clutch trouble, hitting a wash away in the road a bit hard the front diff knocked the alternator & clutch slave cylinder off! Temporary repairs were carried out and they left the convoy to head for home, arriving safely several days later we heard.

Road to Innaminka

Innaminka has a permanent population of about 12 residents and is nestled on the Cooper Creek 1065 km (660 ml) north-east of Adelaide and 459 km (285ml) from Lyndhurst up the Strzeleki Track. The actual “track” was originally blazed by Harry Redford, a cattle thief while droving 1000 head of stolen cattle from central Queensland to Adelaide. He was subsequently caught but due to his heroic efforts in establishing a new route was pardoned and later became one of Australias greatest drovers.

Innaminka Road

Innaminka is best known for the tragic death in 1861 of explorers Burke & Wills on the banks of the Cooper Creek. The full story can be found here.

Burke’s Grave

As the next day was a lay day an impromptu fishing competition was held on Cooper Ck with several Yellowbelly Perch being taken, It was here also that our clutch began to make strange noises, due I thought to the ingress of dust into the spigot bearing – more of this later.

Cooper Creek Yellow Belly

Ex Australia Army International crossing Cooper Creek.

In the following days we visited Burke’s grave & the Dig Tree, Montkeleary Creek, home to millions of friendly flies, so bad you had to wait untill dark to cook & eat, then along the Arrabury Rd toward Cordillo Downs. First leased in 1875, by the turn of the century Cordillo Downs was running more than 85,000 sheep. During this time Afgan camel teams hauled stores to the station from Farina and returned with wool the round trip taking two months.

Today Cordillo runs only cattle with approx 7000 head of poll Hereford cattle on the 7,900 square kilometer (4908 sq. ml) property. Next we head for Birdsville via Cadelga Ruins.

Read Part V Here

This is Part III of Leigh’s trip across Australia in a 1944 Ford GPW. Read Part II here.

Map shows the Billman to Montecollina leg of their journey.

Next morning we awoke to a clear sky – finally, and set of for the small town of Blinman, the town began with the discovery of Copper in 1859 and at its peak had a population of over 1500. today this peacful settlement has a permanent population of just 22, plus residents of the surrounding pastoral properties. It “boasts” a General store, Post Office and Hotel.

Blinman Hotel. Nothing but the finest hotels for the intrepid travelers!

After our first machine made coffee for nearly a week we moved on toward our next stop, Leigh Creek (cannot lie, it is named after me!) in brilliant sunshine, everyones spirits had clearly lifted. Stopping briefly for a break at historic Beltana, now a semi-ghost town which has important links with the Overland Telegraph, Transcontinental Railway, Australian Inland Mission and Mining.

Historic Ghan Railway – Beltana Siding

Reaching Leigh Creek around lunch time most took the opportunity to have a store bought meal and yet another coffee, such luxury, additional supplies and fuel were purchased as this was to be the last opportunity to do so until we reached Innaminka in four days time.

Leaving Leigh Creek the road deteriorated rapidy which was a sign of things to come with truck size corrugations in some sections and a surface like broken bricks in others playing havoc with seventy year old Jeep suspensions and drivers nearly as ancient! The three Mercedes Unimogs on the other hand weren’t feeling a thing!

Corrugations & Big sky!

Sturt’s Desert Pea – Balcanoona

Camping that night at Balcanoona Station in the Gammon ranges we could witness for the first time this trip, the stars, as can only be done in Central Australia – brilliant.

Sunrise at Balcanoona

As the next day was a lay day many of us decided to visit the iconic Arkaroola before heading to Montecollina Bore via Moolawatana Station where Australias version of the Great Wall of China crosses the track, the Dingo or Dog fence as it is commonly known, a six foot high 5614 km (3488 mile) long fence that was built in the 1880’s to keep the Dingo, Australias only native wild dog, out of the fertile south-east part of the continent to protect sheep flocks. It is the worlds longest fence stretching from Jimbour near the Queensland coast to end on the cliffs of the Nullabor Plain in South Australia.

The Dog / Dingo Fence

Arriving at Montecollina, the only known bore to be sunk for the watering of stock on the Strezlecki Track many took the opportunity of a dip in the warm waters. Today it is a popular campsite for outback travellers however apart from water has no facilities.

Montecollina Bore

Tomorrow onward to Innaminka with the weather improving all the time.

Read Part IV Here

This is Part II of Leigh’s trip across Australia in a 1944 Ford GPW. Read Part I here.

Map shows the trip from Terowie to Alpana Station.

Leaving early we travelled to Peterborough in the southern Flinders Ranges. Peterborough developed from a small country town to a major regional centre with the coming of the railways in1881 and was the largest railway depot outside Adelaide, with huge workshops, a 23 bay roundhouse and a 3 gauge turntable, sadly increasing motorisation led to the demise of the railways and after the closure of the line in the early 1990’s all that remains is the Steamtown Heritage Rail Centre housed in the original workshops and depot.  www.steamtown.com.au

The convoy parked in front of Steamtown.

Steam town engine display

Once again the weather was best described as “ordinary” as we travelled through the small townships of Orroroo and Wilmington to arrive at Quorn in the late afternoon where  we camped in dismal conditions at the Town Oval  and had our evening meal supplied by the Community Sporting Assoc.

That night was spent clinging to our mattress as un-seasonal gale force winds and driving rain hammered the campground, fortunately it cleared slightly by morning and we set off damp and weary for Alpana Station. (station in this instance is the equivalent of an American Ranch) Established in 1878, Alpana spans 60,000 acres however can only support around 3000 Merino sheep due to the arid nature of the country.

Entering Brachina Gorge

The route taken was via Kanyaka ruins and Brachina Gorge where once again it rained heavily and made conditions difficult, so much so that in the evening the road was officially closed to traffic.

Driving through the rain and mud in Brachina Gorge.

Kanyaka Station was established as a cattle station in February 1852 by Hugh Proby. The Flinders Ranges is very dry country, so it is both tragic and ironic that on 30 August 1852, Proby drowned when he was swept from his horse crossing the swollen Willochra Creek while trying to herd a mob of cattle during a thunderstorm.Under subsequent owners, the station grew in size until it was one of the largest in the district with 70 families living and working there. Because of the difficulties of transport, the station had to be very self-sufficient and Kanyaka station grew to include a large homestead, cottages for workers, workshops, huts and sheds, mostly built from local stone due to limited supplies of workable local timber. Severe droughts resulted in massive losses of stock and eventually the station was abandoned. Due to its stone construction, many of the buildings survive today as ruins and are a popular tourist attraction.

Kanyaka homestead

Once again camp was set up in the rain at Alpana Station, tomorrow on to the small settlement of Blinman.

Read Part III Here

Leigh and his wife Cheryl drove their 1944 GPW 4200 miles across Australia. Leigh documented his trip with some pics and descriptions. Below is part I. Thanks to Leigh for taking the time to put this together!

Leigh and Cheryl started at point A, east of Melbourne. They drove through)rain northwestward to Adelaide (B), where they joined the group. Together, the caravan started northward, reaching Terowie (G on the map).

The seeds for this trip were actually sown in 1995 when a group of Military vehicle enthusiasts organised a run from Alice Springs to Darwin to commemorate th 50th anniversary of the end of WW2, they would re-enact the supply convoys that ran between these citys during this conflict.
Enthusiasts from all states of Australia and several from overseas responded and over eighty vehicles participated with the Australian Army supplying a further fourteen support vehicles. They also took charge of the convoy that was spread over several miles.

As a result of the success of this event it was decided that a similar event, but on a smaller scale be run every five years starting from a different state every year.

This year was South Australias turn with the convoy of 40 vehicles including 5 – MB/GPW’s, 1 – 1954 Jeep Truck and 1 – 1974 Mitsubishi built Jeep meeting at the National Military Vehicle Museum in Adelaide (who have an MB and a GPA.) For us in south east Victoria this was a 600 mile journey in appalling weather (heavy rain & squalls) before the official start. After two days battling a head wind my long suffering wife, Cheryl and I finally arrived at the start point in our 1944 GPW & Australian Army Jeep trailer, (slightly different to the US trailer) here we had a lay day to meet the other participants and do any minor repairs/gather last minute supplies as we were about to head into country where there are little in the way of services and generally no phone coverage.

Overlooking Barossa Valley

Next morning we set off through the Adelaide Hills and the wine making region of the Barossa Valley on mostly sealed roads to get us accustomed to travelling in convoy, to end up on the Worlds end Hwy (it wasn’t really that bad) at Burra Gorge where we camped for the night.

Burra copper mine Circa 1870.

Burra Mine Engine House.

The following day Mon. Aug. 10th we travelled on to the sleepy town of Terowie, (population 145) where the local Citizens Assoc. supplied us with a BBQ dinner and free camping on the local oval, again it was windy and freezing.

Cheryl next to Terowie MacArthur Monument.

Terowie was a busy staging camp during WW2 and while transferring trains here on 20th March 1942 General Douglas MacArthur made his famous speech regarding the battle of the Philippines in which he said “I came out of Bataan and I shall return”. He subsequently repeated the line “I shall return” in a number of speeches. The event is commerated by a plaque on the now disused railway platform.

Setting up camp at Terowie

Tomorrow its on to Quorn in the picturesque Flinders Ranges. Read Part II here (scheduled for Sat morning)