Chris the tour guide did an excellent job looking after us. From information given on local areas whilst driving, accommodation arrangements, meal arrangements, loading & unloading and lunches. Always professional & friendly, also plays a mean game of darts. Very approachable to handle enquiries.

Paul Sillato

Nothing was too much trouble for Chris - stopping for photos, waiting at points of interest etc. Thank you Chris! Also great outdoor lunches.

Clare Ringbauer

We thoroughly enjoyed the "Classic Corner Country Adventure" tour. Paul was an excellent tour guide - his knowledge of the entire area was very informative.

Tim & Marie O'Neill

On our "Innamincka and Birdsville tour" Steve was very professional, Chris could not do enough for us both made the tour a very happy tour. Thanks to both - Albert.

Albert Theobald

A CORNER COUNTRY TOUR

The outback country has been ravaged by drought,
A land burnt by the sun, but there is no doubt,
That at Cameron Corner, where three states meet,
There was part of this country that was hard to beat.

After the store at Packsaddle, with a name so funny,
Had smokos by the road, had the bush as our dunny,
Had delicious lunches, in the most scenic of places,
There’s something magic in those wide-open spaces.

Over un-sealed roads and into Milparinka town,
As Paul, our intrepid driver, of great renown,
Took us “way out there”, in his four-wheel-drive,
Knew right from the start, we would all survive.

In Depot Glen, where they had camped by the creek,
Charles Sturt, and his men, stayed for many a week,
But the ravages of summer, in a hot and harsh land,
Was for many, like Poole, a disastrous “last stand”.

Then to Tibooburra, the remotest town in the State
Of New South Wales, and we could hardly wait,
For the sun to rise, over this outback so stark,
And we head to the site of Cameron’s “mark”.

Up to Corner Country, thru the dog-proof fence,
Over sand hills there, and we ventured hence
To the “Corner Store”, and we stopped for a break,
Had a nice cold beer and a sandwich of steak.

The markers are there, where the boundaries meet,
At the edge of the desert, with red sand at our feet,
With photos to prove that we were there that day,
Back to Tibooburra Pub, for another night’s stay.

There was rain over-night! “Will we have to stay?”
“No, the road’s still open!” and we got through okay
To the opals at White Cliffs, and for a tour around,
Then onto the Motel, where we slept under-ground.

Went south to Mutawintji, with its National Park,
The country around there is no longer so stark,
We saw paintings in caves, and goats on the run,
And then headed southwest, into the setting sun.

And so in the land where roams the kangaroo,
The eagles, the goats, and other live stock too,
We whistled at emus, what a sight to be seen,
And traversed a land, where not many have been.

And now that we have returned to Broken Hill,
The memories of our trip, they will linger still,
As we say good-bye to the friends we have met,
We’d rather not leave this Outback Country yet.

A poem written by - John Burrowes