Host: Yougawalla Pastoral Co.
Written by Jane Sale – Manager, Yougawalla Pastoral Co.
You all met Lauren last year – she was Gus and Tilly’s home tutor and worked for us for six months which is all her second year visa would allow. You didn’t however, meet the side to Lauren that we now know, as she wrote her blog in the first couple of weeks she was here and was still being the model teacher and dinner companion. She remained a model teacher to Gus and Tilly, but like Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde Lauren became Lozza out of work hours. Lauren would leave the house at the end of the working day and an hour later Lozza would be up for dinner boasting a competition eating history and challenging anyone to a taco off. She would have us in stitches and brighten our day. Lauren since leaving Canada has written her own blog and this one below was recently published on “Living it Loud” so I asked if we could use it for this week’s blogs.
Lauren: When I first left home for New Zealand in 2011 I never could have guessed the path my life would take. I absolutely loved my time in New Zealand and would go back in a heartbeat. I wouldn’t live there though. Australia on the other hand – that’s a different story.
While I was in NZ people would ask me if I intended to travel to Australia, my answer was very non-committal. I didn’t like the idea of Australia. I’m not a beach person and I was never a big fan of the heat. I can think of a hundred things I would prefer to do over laying on a gritty bed and baking myself like a pizza. I didn’t know much else about Australia apart from the fact that it was a country with a lot of beaches, the Great Barrier Reef, and Uluru, which I had only known as Ayres Rock. My response to people’s queries about my future travels was that I may spend a couple weeks across the ditch to do a bit of diving on the reef, but that was all I had interest in. It’s funny how things change.
As my year in New Zealand came to an end I realized that I was not ready to head back to Canada. My life was just starting. Also, I couldn’t afford the flight back to the northern hemisphere. Australia was the cheapest place to get to with potential of finding work. So off I went, to a place I had little interest in visiting, which is now the only place I want to be.
A few months in Sydney went by where I made some great friends but life was pretty average. Time spent in Cairns and Airlie Beach was beautiful but didn’t quite tickle my fancy. Then I got a phone call. A job interview. A job. Then I caught a bus. I was driven inland. Dropped off. Picked up by my new boss. Driven another couple hours inland. It was dark out and I had no idea where I was or what my surroundings were.
The sun came up the next day and my breath was taken away.
The sun came up the next day and my breath was taken away. I had gone from a city on Australia’s east coast to a cattle property in Australia’s outback. The dirt was red, the trees sparse, the kangaroos plentiful. There wasn’t another house to be seen in any direction. The air was sweet and the water sweeter. There were frogs living in my toilet and a snake under my house. Cows grazed below my window and 12 dogs ran around and played. This wasn’t an Australia I had seen on a post card. It wasn’t the Australia I had heard of from other travelers, or seen in movies, or read about in books. This was the outback and it was even better than I had imagined.
Day after day I was amazed by the life I was living.
Day after day I was amazed by the life I was living. Rounding up cattle while sat atop a horse, collecting eggs each day from the chook-pen near the house, hopping on the four-wheeler and taking the dogs for a run, taking my camera out and driving around the 70 000 acres that I had to myself. In time I realized that I was where I wanted to be.
In time I realised where I wanted to be.
After a year of property work in Queensland I was offered a job across the Kimberly region of Western Australia. I packed up my bags, tucked in my shirt, buckled my belt, pulled on my hat, and boarded a plane to Broome. I wasn’t certain what to expect. I had worked on a number of different properties around Clermont, but this was very far away and very isolated. Luckily, the owners were amazing, their little kids hilarious, and the crew were all brilliant to work with. I was flown to the property by chopper when I arrived as the roads were too wet to drive. I knew straight away it was going to be yet another experience to add to the books, and it was.
Nine hour drives to town, regular helicopter flights, bull catching on the Canning Stock Route, learning to speak the native tongue of an aboriginal group from the Fitzroy Crossing area, camel hunting with the contract fencer – all adventures I had never dreamed I would go on, all now treasured memories and favourite tales to tell.
Through all my time in Australia I worked different jobs in the outback, in different areas of the country. I met folks from all over and tried many things. I fell in love in more ways than I imagined possible. I fell in love with the work. I fell in love with the town. I fell in love with rodeos and XXXX Gold. I fell in love with the people and the friends I’ll never forget. I fell in love with a cowboy and every one of his dogs. The dirt roads, the landscape, swimming in mucky dams. The rain when it came and the sun when it didn’t. I even fell in love with 45 degree days. I fell in love with it all, in love with a lifestyle. I fell in love over and over again every single day.
I fell in love with a cowboy . . .
My heart broke when I had to leave to return to Canada. I had never expected to feel so at home in a place so far away, in a place I hadn’t had much interest in to begin with. It just goes to show that it’s worth giving everything a shot because life can surprise you in ways you would never have guessed. Someday I’ll return to Australia, I’ll go back to the place that stole my heart and my breath away each and every day, but for now I’ll just have to make the best of what I’ve got and maybe, just maybe, I will fall in love with the country beneath my feet.
With one of my Aussie mates.