Joining The Dots: With No Direction Known We left Beacon today in heavy winds. If we weren’t battling them head on, they were trying their best to send us sideways, just for the challenge, you understand. The original plan was to settle in at the Mollerin Rock campground, but it was only half an hour…

Beacon. That’s the answer, for anyone keeping score at home. The forecast — and does anyone actually trust these things anymore? — reckoned on 32 degrees, howling wind, and rain. Charming. Bugger that, we thought. The last thing we need is to be wrestling a caravan across the Burakin–Wialki Road in a gale and ending…

At the far north-eastern edge of Western Australia’s Wheatbelt, Beacon is the sort of town that rewards anyone willing to stop, slow down and look around. Against the odds — and possibly against our better judgement — we’ve decided to spend a day or two exploring Beacon, out on the far reaches of the Wheatbelt.…

What a difference a day makes. We pulled up stakes late this morning after hugs and handshakes with part time travel mates Steve and Wendy, a quick shop for staples, then hit the road under sunshine and a few gusty winds — nothing dangerous, just enough to keep a firm grip on the wheel. An…

We’ve been in and out of Mukinbudin over the past couple of weeks, using it as a handy base to explore the natural wonders that aren’t far from town. And honestly, “Muka” — as the locals call it — has grown on us. A Town Built on Wheat, Sheep and a Bit of Grit Mukinbudin…

The most expensive part of a travel day can happen before you’ve even moved five metres. It’s a strange truth of caravanning: the bit that actually terrifies experienced tourers isn’t the Snowy Mountain pass, the reversing bay full of onlookers, or the merge onto a busy highway. It’s the driveway. Or more specifically, the last…

This rock is done. We’ve explored it every which way and, as a form of exercise therapy, it’s done its job. We’re out of here tomorrow, and back to Muka for our last overnighter before we move on. The only other monolith worth a look close to here (and you should list it) is Beringbooding…

There’s a particular kind of quiet that only turns up once you’ve put enough gravel road behind you. We found it at Elachbutting Rock, a few hours north of Westonia, out where the wheat paddocks give way to red dirt and gimlet scrub. It’s not a place you pass through on the way to somewhere…

A Joining The Dots touring guide to Campion, the Emu War, and the wild granite country around Mukinbudin Somewhere between Mukinbudin and the wave-walled wonder of Elachbutting Rock, out on the Koorda–Bullfinch Road, sits a town that doesn’t exist anymore. No pub, no school (but you’ll see where it was), no footy oval crowd —…