
Once we got west of the Warrumbungle mountain range about 400km inland, it all started looking like this.

My sister's driveway, following my mother's car. We all went out there for a family meet.

The remains of one field. 2007 was the worst harvest he'd ever had.

More of the same. It's impossible to irrigate when the river system is drying up... Because the huge stations(ranches, for North Americans) further north a sucking the basin dry for that purpose.

10,000 acres of this gets a bit depressing. This was a failed crop, but it's not all bad news. Failed crop becomes...

Cattle feed.

You wonder what convinces people to live in such a place and then the sun starts to set.

We drove 50km further west to the town of Quambone. My sister is the principal of the only school in a community of 200. This is the smallest public library in the state.

And this is the school. She tells me she has the highest IT budget per head of students in the entire state. She bullies the Department of Education to make sure her kids aren't left behind just because they live in the middle of nowhere.

Points to the first non-Australian to name this bird.

Rain clouds looked promising, but were akin to wringing a moist towel.

Nothing says 'drought' to me like a broken windmill left to ruin.
The whole experience was just fantastic, but I was left worried that my sister and brother in law couldn't continue on like that for the rest of their lives. And then not more than a few weeks after we left, it started raining across New South Wales and Queensland. On Christmas eve alone they had 70mm of rain. Simon was very pleased with this as he had been planting crop before when we got there, and the seedlings had managed to take root before the floods came. Needless to say, it's looking very green out there now.
There is hope after all.