Yesterday I drove for two hours South West from Mackay to Coppabella to visit Chris in camp. On my way out of town, I passed a sugar mill at the end of Horse-Jockey road; it was a very Australian moment. After pulling a U-Turn, I got onto the Peak-Downs Highway along with the industry sponsored Toyota pick-ups, big rigs, and old sedans.
As the highway wore on, I drove through tiny communities like Eton, where the speed limit drops to 60 km/h and all the amenities are grouped together along one city block. Driving further, the only sights were gnarly trees, grazing cows, and home-made crash site bulletins.
Your typical chain-mail, country sign
I stopped at the Retreat Hotel to stretch my legs and have a snack. I was greeted with American country music, a mechanical bull, and quaint signs. It was like I was driving through Alberta. I struck up conversation with a fellow rest-stopper, who like many of the Aussies I’ve met thus far, told me about the beautiful sites to see in Queensland. Regularly on the road between industry towns, he strongly recommended the Blackdown Tableland National Park and Carnarvon Gorge. He showed me pictures and videos on his smart phone, excited to brag about his country, with good reason.
Back on the road, the sun was roasting me. I had forgotten to apply sunscreen to my legs, so the remainder of my trip was spent adjusting the visor to try avoid direct radiation. I distracted myself with new playlists and national radio; playlists for fifth gear and seventh gear are included below.
These units seemed like converted freight containers
I arrived at The Mac camp, located across the road from the village of Coppabella, shortly before the day shift ended. Driving past row upon row of mobile housing, I was in awe at the scale of the camp. Thousands of people working at a variety of sites are housed at The Mac. Each room has an extra-long twin bed, a wardrobe, a desk, a mini-fridge, a television, a washroom complete with a shower, and of course, air conditioning. It was like residence, but with work boots and high-vis clothing. Most of the vehicles parked outside the units were trucks with snorkel attachments (for flooding) and large grills atop their hoods (for hitting wildlife).
Chris has become fast friends with an American couple who work with him at Poitrel mine. Sherri, a fellow engineer, has been invaluable in helping Chris get settled. This week Sherri’s mom was visiting from Arizona and staying with her in camp. The four of us went into Coppabella for the Leighton crew weekly bar night. It was your typical middle-of-nowhere pub; deep-fried food, cold beer, old jukebox, tattooed workers. I quickly learned that saying “I’m shouting” means “I’m buying everyone a round of whatever they want.” Shouting also takes the form of leaving a pile of money on the table. Your mates grab the money, buy themselves a drink, and return the change to the pot.
At the pub we dined on crumb steak and chips (chicken-fried steak with fries, as Sherri’s mom called it) and drank beer and goon (wine). The Aussies quizzed us on the difference between ‘mum’ and ‘mom’ and shared their general impressions and stories of North America. We learned that Crocodile and Kangaroo meat are only tasty if they’re fed tasty food. Plus I added some new words to my Aussie vocabulary; my favourites were mint and bonza.
We woke at 5AM this morning and ate breakfast in the camp cafeteria, Zest Eatery. It was quite the production; Zest offers an extensive selection of hot and cold breakfast, as well as a lunch bar where workers pack food for the day. Groggy and overwhelmed, I opted for toast and porridge. At 6AM, Chris and Sherri car-pooled to the mine site and I got back on the highway for Mackay.
This morning I realized that what had seemed like fog on the drive up was actually smoke from brush burning. There were brief showers on my drive back, a welcome respite from the morning sun. I drove behind a concrete mixer that sprayed dirt and water on my windshield and at one point, pulled over for a road-train that was carrying the largest shovel I have ever seen. It was comically massive, probably the size of a small house. After I arrived in Mackay, I napped for three hours, exhausted from the five hours of driving that I racked up in past 24. While weekly visits to camp may not be reasonable, the occasional trip is definitely worth the long drive.
Mackay to Coppabella Playlists
Fifth Gear
Payne’s Bay by Beirut
Video Games by Lana Del Rey
Masters in China by Priscilla Ahn
Montezuma by Fleet Foxes
Winter Song by The Head and the Heart
Holecene by Bon Iver
Wood by Rostam
The Sound of Silence (T2MM edit) by Simon and Garfunkel
Graveyard by Feist
Something or Nothing by Netherlands
Working on a Dream by Wintercoats
Seventh Gear
What did she say by Switch
The City by Patrick Wolf
Act Yr Age by Blue Juice
This is the Life by Two Door Cinema Club
My Love by The Bird and The Bee
Captive by Sarah Harmer
Gladiator by Big Scary
Part Time Believer by Boy & Bear
Hurting by Friendly Fires
Moves by Gold Fields
The Clapping Song feat. Coin Locker Kid by Katalyst