Bart Bear's Blog

This is not a real hill. It is one made up from all of the bits of rock and dirt that have been dug out of some big mines in Broken Hill, over by the New South Wales and South Australian border. We stopped for a while at Broken Hill early on day 2 of our trip across Australia while our Indian-Pacific train was being refuelled. A bus took us around the historic mining town and even up to the top of this pile. There are two buildings up there. The bigger one is the Mining Museum and the smaller one is the Miners' Memorial. The Museum was not open so early in the day (Dad liked that because the gift shop was shut as well). The Memorial has a viewing deck where you can see out over Broken Hill and see some of the "mines that made Australia". I liked the views and all the old mining machinery on display, but felt sad when I looked at the list of all the miners who have died there and some of the horrible accidents they died in. There is absolutely no way that this small bear is going to be taken down a mine, no matter how interesting Dad says it is.

Labels: New South Wales, train, trips