Going Down? A Working Mine in Bendigo
thermometer hit 100 degrees (well, o.k., 38 degrees centigrade) as I drove through the farmlands
of northern Victoria that afternoon, and after listening to Lazy Harry’s CD for the third
time (and getting a bit tired of "Waltzing Matilda," I must admit), I
pulled into Echuca, a historic town on the banks of the
Murray River. Back in the 1800’s, Echuca was inland Australia’s busiest
port and was, I guess, also a pretty rowdy place. Today, Echuca is mostly a
river resort town -- something like Yuma, Arizona without the RV's.
However, it retains a lot of its historic flavor.
Being Australia's longest river
and set in a desert-ish environment, the Murray is like a cross
between the Colorado and Mississippi Rivers
in the U.S. and Echuca
was the scene of a lot of steamboat action back in its heyday.
You can still ride the steamboats there, which I did the next morning.
Listening to the paddlewheels slosh through the water while watching the gum
trees on the banks of the Murray pass by was interesting, and for a time I felt
like I was back in the 1800s.
spending a night in Echuca and taking the paddle-steamer cruise the next
morning, I drove over to the gold-mining town of Bendigo.
Back in the 1800’s, Bendigo was the most active gold-mining town in
Australia and, unlike a lot of old gold mining towns, Bendigo is still thriving.
In fact, with
a population today of about 50,000, Bendigo is really hopping and the
architecture here is quite impressive, with most buildings dating back to the opulent gold-rush
days of the 1800’s.
I discovered in the Bendigo Visitor Center, there’s an active gold mine right
in the middle of town called the Central Deborah that offers tours to the
public. I've been interested in gold mining ever since my ranger days in Colorado
but I’ve never been inside a working mine, so I drove over to the Central Deborah
and paid US$20 for a tour.
As it turned out, I was the only one on the tour, which was led by a couple of
friendly retired miners named Roy and Brian. After I donned my overalls
and boots, Roy fitted me with a helmet light and the three of us got in a very tiny elevator
cage and quickly dropped 300 feet straight down the chute. During the rapid
descent, Roy kindly suggested that I keep my hands inside the cage unless I
wanted to lose them.
For the next two
hours, I followed Roy and Brian through the mine, followed by a short break for tea,
rolls, and jam while sitting at a picnic table 300 feet below the surface in the
dark mine and talking into each
other’s helmet lights.
As I learned during the tour, mining is VERY loud work, with air drills,
rock blasting, and ore-carting, all of which (except for the blasting) I took a
crack at. It
was an interesting tour and well worth the price… but I’m really glad I have
a desk-job, because after spending two hours in the bowels of the Central Deborah
mine, there’s no way in heck that I’d ever want to be a miner.
My ears are still ringing.
left: One of the many
riverboats, or "paddle-steamers" as they call them here, on the Murray River in Echuca. The Murray
is like a cross between the Mississippi and Colorado River, and forms the border
between Victoria (foreground) and New South Wales (background).
center: Here's the pilothouse of the paddle-steamer I rode on the next morning. Most of
the paddle-steamers here, including this one, were built in the early 1900s.
Mark Twain would've loved this place.
right: Big wheels keep on
left: The historic port area of Echuca. It was pretty
darn hot in Echuca, but it was well-worth the visit.
center: Railway station in
Maryborough, near Bendigo.
right: "Poppets" were used to drill
shafts for hard-rock mining. This is in Bendigo which, during the 1800s,
was Australia's most productive gold-mining area.
left: The Central Deborah is a working gold mine in downtown
Bendigo. Here's the change room where I donned my overalls, boots, and
center: That's me ready to head down the shaft. I guess most real
miners don't carry cameras.
right: Here's an old photo
from my collection. These are miners
in Colorado during the 1880s standing next to their compressed-air drill.
They drilled holes into the rock, filled them with dynamite, blasted the rock,
then repeated the process. Gold miners today use this same drill-and-blast process.
left: Here's Roy demonstrating an air drill
at 300 feet below the
surface. The spots are from the steady mist, used to capture the rock
dust. I operated the drill too, and my ears rang for quite a
center: Roy operating a mucker,
which picks up blasted rocks and throws them into a waiting ore car. Like
the air drill, this thing is incredibly noisy.
right: It was an interesting two-hour tour. Mining is
loud, hard, and dangerous work... and I'm really glad I'm not a
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