Parkes Loves Other Old Stuff Too

Sunday saw us heading a block up the road to the Henry Parkes Centre which is the Tourist Information Centre as well as three museums, Elvis, cars, and farm machinery. What a fascinating sounding place but I didn't think it would take us long to check it out, didn't look big from the outside. It killed half the day :-D

First of all there was the tourist centre, lots of touristy stuff to buy there and I was all determined to go back when we were finished to buy something ... I didn't, I really should learn to go with the impulse buying thingy sometimes.

Then we headed into the Elvis Museum where the first display that I noticed was one of some of his original costumes (I like things that twinkle and glitter) but Terry was off looking at the other side of the room where there was a display of some of his furniture.

See that just didn't interest me and I agreed with Terry when he said how sad he thought the whole thing was, with the poor guys personal life layed out for people to pick over and make their own. How can anyone live like that, I guess it's the curse that was a part of his fame and is for any famous person now. It's something I've never understood, but I've never actually been repulsed by it, I just don't look at it if it doesn't interest me.

I did notice that there was a whole display case of Elvis's first haircut when he joined the army, there were photos and a lock of hair, and a copy of the magazine that was giving away that lock of hair in a competition. Hmmm that's kinda bizarre.

I found out that the first Elvis impersonator started in 1956, guess Jim Smith knew a good thing when he saw it and decided to get in early. I also found out that Elvis was big on helping people, he gave out money to charities and helped numerous causes in his life, I wonder why we never hear about the good things he has done but hear all about how he liked fried banana sandwiches.

I knew he was into cars and bikes, but I didn't realise on what kind of scale he was into them. He had heaps!!

And most of them were pretty exciting vehicles, he was into adventure and excitement!!

There just has to be some scrap metal art somewhere here ...

Oh there it is!!

We moved out of there to the car museum which has the last car that Elvis owned when you first walk in the door, I wonder why I didn't take a pic of that, I think I was starting to feel a bit Elvis'd out.

But there were a bunch of awesome old cars and bikes here ... wheeee!!

Bikes.

Even a couple of scooters.

And Cars.

This is turning into one long post, but it was turning into one long tour too, we still had two museums to look at, the one of the history of Parkes and the Farm Machinery one. We skipped through the Historical one quickly and made our way out to the sheds.

Where we found ...

Farm Machines!!

 

 

I may be able to start a career in standing next to big wheels on harvesters for photos, this is the second I've posed next to this year, the other one was a lot newer and a lot bigger but when you compare the wheels, the older one had a much bigger wheel.

There were a couple of train carriages there as well, these brought back some nostalgia for me as my main mode of transport when I was a youngster was by train, we used to ride what we called 'red rattlers' in the late 70's to the beach whenever we could.

This one was surrounded by junk but also had the look of being restored, I hope it is because its a great piece of Australian social history.

Those old rattlers were replaced sometime in the late 70's to early 80's by the silver bullets .. they were pretty much the same inside and they still rattled around on the tracks, but hey they looked pretty slick.

This one was open so Terry and I headed in to catch a whiff of some nostalgia .. and old vinyl.

Hmm looking at the graffiti in here makes me think these trains were around earlier than I remember. See ... Social History!

Typical Aussie farm equipement ...

To the next shed, and what have you found Terry?

Oh an antique farm bike!!

Honestly we have no idea what this is, but it looked fun. I just dont know where you sit ...

This shed was full of trucks and the like on one side and a ramshackle assortment of interesting farm stuff on the other side. We poked around for a while and found ...

A wool baler.

Butter Churn.

What is that Terry? Looks like it was pulled by horse.

A Water Cart, it seems to be full of advertising for itself there.

Fridge ? Not sure what they called this but I know it was used for food storage.

The original Trundle Bushfire Truck

The shed we just went through from the other side. All lined up and ready to roll.

Sunshine was apparently the ultimate in farm machinery. I remember that symbol if nothing else.

All the tractors

Plow anyone?

Well that was fun, We headed back inside to the Historical Museum now and had a bit of a poke about .. we found some interesting convict recipes ...

Now I thought that camels were introduced to Australia a long time after the convicts came here, I guess I was wrong.

There were all sorts of interesting things about Sir Parkes, he seems to have been a bit of a character, and he certainly looked like one. This is a more sedate portrait of him with his third wife.

Some of the photos here were facinating, piles of rabbit furs and bunches of men in suits standing round looking very hot .. I was tickled by this one.

The rest of the day we just kept out of the heat and looked and listened to some Elvis's, it was starting to get a bit monontonous so I won't share that bit again.

The next morning we headed home, there's a bit more to share with that little trip but this post is becoming so epic that I think I may just have to end it here and tell you all about our return trip at a later date.

Parkes Loves Elvis

Every year for the last 20 years Parkes has held it's Elvis Festival Find Out More About It Here.

What with Parkes being only an hour or so's drive from us you would think that music loving people that we are would have made our way there way before now. Nope every year I find out about the festival from people at work or play who have just spent the weekend there .. I always miss out. This year someone said to me on one sunny Monday in the middle of one of the fiercest heat waves that Australia has had in many a year ...'You going to the Elvis Festival this weekend?' I have to be honest, I did jump up and down a little bit in excitement .. 'You mean I haven't missed it?!?!?!' was my reply.

So I went home to Terry and told him that the Elvis Festival was on. Half a hour later Terry came back out of his office and told me we had accommodation for the whole weekend. Wheeeee!!

We were booked in for Saturday and Sunday night, the plan was to make our way down to Parkes early on Saturday morning for two reasons .. to beat the heat and see the street parade. We slept in a bit .. we missed the parade and the heat nearly beat us by the time we got there. But hey we got there and, after going to the wrong motel to start with, we finally had a nice cool shower and wandered down the street to see what was happening.

We found the commemorative wall of Fame.

There wasn't a real lot actually happening in the street, I think there was supposed to be buskers and stuff but it was already 38ºC at 11 am so I didn't blame anyone for making their way indoors. The shops had gone all out for the festival though and there were some wonderful displays in the windows. The theme for this year was an Aloha Elvis in Hawaii theme.

Parkes was founded by Sir Henry Parkes, who also gets into the Festival mood every year.

Let's go look for food at one of the clubs or pubs, we made for the park with the markets and the Big stage that was promising free Elvis's all weekend. It had lots of Elvis's but I spotted the cars with big fins, these were the cars that had been in the parade and I wanted to go look at the pretties.

After looking at stuff and finally finding food we headed back to the motel at about 4pm, by this time it was 43ºC and the walk back to the motel proved too much for us. We got the first taxi we saw.

 Dinner was at the motel that night and we got to listen to Elvis while we dined and had cocktails.

 












T'was a lovely relaxing day even in the heat. The next day we were planning to go to an early morning Gospel service with ... yep you guessed it .. Elvis, then go check out the Elvis museum which also boasted having a car and farm machinery museum.

The next morning dawned bright and hot again, and we slept in again. Oh well we'll see the Gospel Service next year. First thing on the agenda is to check the bikes and get some aloha pics of them.

Lucky we weren't riding that day, the heat was as bad as the day before and storms were being predicted for that evening. There were fires close by but none that were effecting us yet, we were keeping an eye on the websites. We did get to visit the Henry Parkes Centre Complex which has all those museums in it. There was a lot of fascinating stuff in there so I'll save that for the next post .. and the trip home was going to include a visit to The Dish, would be interesting to see how it looks in the middle of summer.

12 months later and the courage is building

A bit over 12 months ago I bought a bike. The first time I rode it I got all worried and nervous that I would never be able to keep it upright. I had some drama's trying to keep my baby bike on her wheels when I taking it slowly on her. I decided to take her to Newcastle for Christmas that year. That was a long ride and huge adventure for me which you can read all about here. This year we did pretty much the same kilometres on a trip somewhere else for Christmas and I couldn't help comparing this trip to the one we did 12 months ago.

My confidence has come along in huge leaps and bounds. And I think that my riding skills have improved out of mind since that ride to Newcastle. With the first trip everything was so new to me, just travelling at speeds over 60km/h (town speed limits) was something so new to me that I felt uncomfortable, and things like bumps in the road and trucks passing me were an adversity that I had to overcome. This trip I didn't worry about those things, I have a whole new set of things that I have to learn about. But I did think about that first trip a few times and even smiled proudly at myself a few times about how I have learnt since then.

We did the first trip in small stretches, and that hasn't changed much yet, I still find it more comfortable to ride for no more than about 100km's before getting off the bike and moving stiff joints. It helps that Terry needs to stop often for petrol, I always go pay so I can move my body around a bit.

The trip this year was to Wagga Wagga to visit family and meet some new people too, about 400km again, but this time I was riding the whole way on my own instead of getting to jump in the car and let Terry take over when I got too tired.

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We took the less well travelled route through Molong, Canowindra, Cowra, Young then Junee, which is not far from the farm we were staying at for the next few days. First stop was Molong and there was nothing open except the petrol station so I broke out the water and a chocolate bar and we sat on a bench on the main street to eat it before we headed on our way. I turned on the GoPro then, to photo, I much prefer photo to video at the moment. It has taken me three weeks to get all the photos downloaded, sorted and edited, I still haven't looked at much more than the first five minutes of video that I took.

On the Christmas 2011 trip I took a couple of photo's from the car while I was driving, of Terry riding, I have to admit tis much easier and safer to take pic's of my hubby on a bike using the GoPro.

And I love that I can catch pictures of the rustic old bridges that we cross sometimes while we are on the go.

As soon as we got onto the highway out of Molong one of the first things that struck me was how open this country is and how far I can see!

We stopped at Cowra for our next stop and bite to eat, I also took the socks and boots off for a while for my poor little feet to catch a breath of fresh air. It was hot and getting hotter as the day went on.

There are some trees on the side of the road here and there now, but the things that are really catching our eyes are the huge storm clouds that are ahead of us.

We watched them closely and had just decided that we were going to skirt them when the road turned and we were facing this ...

On that first trip for Christmas last year Terry got caught unprepared in the rain, and it's something that I do dread. But we are better prepared for it now with wet weather gear in the saddlebags all ready to go. My jacket is supposed to be all weather, with vents for hot days which you can close to waterproof the whole shabang. The waterproof stuff works as we found out on the trip to Canberra a couple of months ago, but the temperature today was heading towards the 40's by the feel of it so I kept my vents open.

Then yep, we hit the rain, or it hit us. And it was hard! This was the hardest rain I've experienced so far, and even though I asked Terry if it was actually hailing (I think I got hit by drops through the vents though and it wasn't hail) it wasn't really that bad. I'm feeling a lot better about riding in the rain, I know what it feels like now I guess and knowing what to expect and how to cope with it is most of the battle won eh.

See that blue sky ahead of us, it taunted us for a while then we finally broke out of the rain to it and our gear was dry within minutes. All but the patch under my butt where it had pooled then spread out when my bum left the seat with a particularly awesome bump in the road.

We stopped at little place called Cootamundra for fuel not long after that and my butt got a chance to dry off.

After a little sidetrack where I got Terry lost, he really should just follow me not listen to my directions cause he still hasn't worked out that when I say turn right I mean the other right (left). Anyway we did finally get to the farm we were staying at after about 7 long hours, we were both pretty melted by the time we arrived at the top of the driveway, and I came pretty close to letting Roxy lie down when Terry stopped in front of me .. I'm pretty happy, and very proud, to say I didn't let her, for the first time I managed to hold my baby up when she was feeling determined to take a rest.

The first thing I did was take off as many clothes as I decently could then told Terry to pose for a shot of him, the bikes and the view. I don't think he really felt like posing, but he did. Then his son took his bike and Terry took Roxy, up to the parking area near where we were staying while I walked off the sweat and took in the surrounds.

It is a lovely farm, and they run a function center and theatre restaurant and other things there. They have an old stable that has been converted into accommodation which is where we stayed.

The view from our windows was so peaceful ...

Oh I got this pic of Terry's big boy that I love so I had to add it somewhere, I figured this was a good time for a bike pic.

Terry checking out the view from the house, this house used to be a convent apparently. You wouldn't know that now, it just seems to be one of those awesome big farm houses that has been added onto endlessly til it becomes a bit of a maze and has veranda's and doors everywhere.

We sat on one of those veranda's for dinner that night, which was cooked by our hostess for the weekend whom we'd met that day, wow what a wonderful cook! And a lovely person that we were glad to finally meet. So after a scorcher of a day, we found out later that it was 39°C when we arrived at about 3pm (no wonder we were melting!!), there was a spectacular lightening storm that started just after we finished our meal. We sat in the darkness and watched natures show for about an hour then headed for our beds early. It had been a long day.

The next day we explored our surroundings a bit before brekky .. we found some roses, the rose garden is stunning and these are old fashioned roses that have a scent. There weren't many still blooming but I bet when they all are it's heavenly out here.

Terry checked out the view from one of the veranda's.

Then after brekky, cooked by Terry's son we headed to the old chapel...

Which not only has more stunning views ..


 It has also been turned into a coffee shop type affair .. we finally got some awsome coffee made by Ben ...Thank you Ben :D

After a relaxing morning we needed to head into Wagga for some emergency Christmas eve shopping. We had planned to get some presents for the new acquaintances when we got there because we needed hints from people who knew them, plus we didn't have a lot of room in the saddlebags. A trip to the shops was needed and we were luckily able to beg a car to take. All we had to do was let the car owner take the black shadow for a little ride ... easy we can do that :)

That's Terry's son in front of us, and no I wasn't taking pics while driving, Terry took the pics while I drove.

We went under this viaduct and I just had to stop on the way home to see if I could get a pic of it.

We got home just as the sky's were opening up for a repeat performance of the storms, this time it was a bit earlier in the day and they weren't as close but I did manage to catch one flash of three bolts stretching across the sky on the GoPro.

Then I got some nice pics of the sun trying to break through afterwards.

That night we went for some Christmas drinks in a Daimler limo....

Wow this has been a pretty fantastic chrissy and is gonna be hard to top. We had a bit of a sleep in Christmas day and then had a lovely breakfast with fresh fruit and yogurt and paté and ham and all sorts of amazing food served with a smile and a wonderful Christmas feeling that I have rarely had the joy to feel ... not having children of my own means I have missed out on that part of the festivities. I liked to visit it, we had a lovely time, but we decided nearly as soon as we woke that morning that we were going to head home a day earlier. The weather was playing nice for once and we decided to take advantage of the cooler day to get home.

This is the driveway out of the property, and I was pretty proud to have gotten off the very loose gravel in the car park and pointed in this direction. Most of the trip home was video on the GoPro but as I said I haven't looked at much of it yet let alone decided if it's worth editing for here, if it is I might post it up later, or I may just rip some pics from it.

It wasn't as long a trip to get home, even though we stopped at Cowra for about an hour during the hottest part of the day it still took us less time to come home. What a wonderful Christmas it ended up being, not just the great ride, but also spending time with special people. There were times when I honestly thought I'd taken on too much with such a long ride in the heat, and I had a bit of a melt down at Cowra where I felt that if I didn't get off the bike I was gonna just cry or scream or both. I got off, had my melt down then got back on and we made it home on Christmas day in time to catch some chrissy left overs.

By the end of it all I was more than ready to get off the bike, the last leg we rode straight through from Cowra to Dubbo, about 200km. We were both tired and glad to be home, but it was still nice to come home to a house full of people and more children celebrating Christmas. Perfect.