White Blow (Sorry addicts)
Seriously this is what this almighty small national park is called. I bet they look back now and think “Shit I wished they named this protuding vein of silicone dioxide something less drug related…” Well, I bet the tourists are lapping up their pictures and sending them home to their drug dealing brothers and sisters. I know I did.
“What the hell are you on about John?”
Righto so lets start from the beginning. I use to work near Ravenswood (another mining town) and travel the backroads home for a shorter trip. I seen this little sign reading “White Blow – 1km” and passed it for a few months until curiousity got the better of me and I had to see the cocaine manufacturing plant.
I crossed this little cattle grid bridge and decided to stop to ensure I can get a quick getaway from the boomerang and woomera armed manufacturers. I took a quick snap of the creek and travelled five hundred meters down the road and much to my dissapointment I was confronted with a small carpark and a protruding vein of silicone dioxide….
Where I was standing was once buried deep below the earth’s surface.
Three hundred million years ago, five kilometres or more of rock covered this point. Here silicon-rich solutions at 300-400ºC rose along fault lines from deeper areas of molten rock and accumulated and deposited the mineral quartz (silicone dioxide.) The White Blow is composed of this quartz and is unusual because of it’s size and shape. Quartz deposits commonly occur as elongate veins, reflecting the fault lines in which the formed.
The White Blow may have been formed at the intersection of two large fault lines resulting in its larger, cylindrical form.
Everything needed to find out the rules of the place and how to get there can be found at Queensland National Park information site called White Blow Conservation Park.
(Pictures are all mine)
I drive off after attempting as best I could to get a good whiff of the air. Leaving the wallabies to graze and the magpies singing their tune. I reach the top of the range before headin down the orange dust road and am left with a view looking above the overgrown grass…