Carmila beach from Ken Roberts on Vimeo.
Ken and Emma, his trust steed, venture down to the beach..
Carmila. Dusk. Harsh servo floodlights. Adjacent a small van park. One or two permanent residents. Otherwise just transients. Overnight stop on the long haul from Mackay in the north to Rockhampton a few hundred miles to the south. Little, I’d been assured, of note between them.
I’d hoped to have reached a free campsite at St Lawrence. It was always going to be a long day. Without the strong headwinds. And I’d spent time sharing experiences with Nick and Tim. Unperturbed. Knew I’d find a stop at Carmila.
Dorothy ran the site with husband Dan. Names something I’d always enquire after. Much, it seemed, to the amusement of fellow travellers. “Cardwell. Colin’s van park“. “Sarina. Judy and husband Dennis“. “Innisfail. Margaret. Lovely lady“. My otherwise not so good short-term memory adapting. Retaining what matters.
Roadside oasis from Ken Roberts on Vimeo.
Brief foray to the coast. Carmila beach. Few miles east. Then back to the servo beside the highway south. Never closing. Late morning. A few trucks. Their drivers – truckies – in the adjacent cafe.
Steady trickle of cars and pick-ups. Small shop. Just the bare necessities. Outside a steady breeze, the odd stronger gust. But warm. Pleasant. Few settlements along the road in either direction. But not barren. Yet it felt more like an oasis than just a roadhouse.