July 20: Mount Isa: No Hard Time Here

You never know what you’re going to find when you stop at a remote town in a dry and arid region. So, when I looked up Mount Isa, I was surprised to learn that the town’s “Hard Times Mine,” in operation from 1923-1960, was one of the biggest producers of lead, silver, copper, and zinc in world history. The town turned out to be nothing but pleasant for me!

Traveling down rodeo street when I arrived in town yesterday, I passed signs announcing a “Horses Crossing Ahead.” Although the town is still largely dependent on mining, it is now also known for its annual rodeo and Mardi Gras street parade. It offers a two-day bull riding school in July where beginners can learn from world class competitors.

Heading up to the city’s overlook point and walking up the ramp to the top, I could see the town’s skyline as well as a large sign post festooned with flags pointing the way to well-known destinations such as San Francisco, London, and Rome.

What really captivated me, though, was the colorful water tower art at the top of the hill featuring several different species of birds and fish. What a refreshing burst of color in an otherwise monochromatic setting.

What I really loved about this charming little city is how central everything was. The mine, the overlook, the gas station, the grocery store, my hotel, and the restaurant I ate at were all within a few blocks of each other, ensuring no “hard times” were had here.

Hitting the road today I traveled first through the heavily mineralized Isa Highlands, leaning into the curves and watching the sun rise over the rugged mountain range in the crisp morning air.

The landscape leveled out again after Cloncurry and returned to the broad flat plains of tall yellow grass under bright blue sky, giving me time to sing, reflect, and think thoughts of gratitude.

I’m excited about reaching the eastern coast of Australia soon, allowing me to take on some exciting adventures in the Great Barrier Reef. What a great day on the bike!

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