I had the pleasure of heading to Joadja with some other photography friends.
The Sat Nav (to be later called Stephen Hawking) took us on a merry journey, that really ended in a rather sticky situation.
After turning around and back tracking where we had been (yes we had to go back through the horrible roads we had travelled) we finally arrived in Joadja.
Joadja is a ghost town once a thriving kerosene mining settlement located 31 km north-west of Mittagong, and 138 km south-west of Sydney, in an isolated valley, is the historic village of Joadja, established by the Australian Kerosene Oil and Mineral Company in the late 1870s to facilitate the exploitation of the vast shale deposits in the valley walls. The origins and meaning of the town's name are uncertain, though 'valley of plenty' has been suggested.
The first European party in the area was that lead by ex-convict John Wilson. They were sent twice in 1798 on exploratory treks by Governor Hunter with the object of accumulating factual data about the southlands to discourage convicts who were escaping and heading south in the belief that China was only 150 miles away.
Wilson had been living with the Aborigines for some years and had almost certainly been in the area prior to the expedition. On their first journey they appear to have followed Joadja Creek to its junction with the Wingecarribee River, just near the future townsite.
Benjamin Carter was grazing his cattle in the valley in the 1840s. His son, Edward, discovered the shale and a dispute ensued over the rights to exploit it. Edward Carter succeeded and began mining in 1874. The shale was excavated and heated in brick retorts to draw off the kerosene which was then condensed and purified. He sold the produce to the Australian Gas Light Company. It was hauled up the steep inclines by bullock teams then carted by five-tonne wagon loads to Mittagong railway station.
The Australian Kerosene Oil and Mineral Company was formed in 1877. They built a refinery, a railway line to Mittagong (which operated from 1880 to 1903) and began to erect a town for their employees. Coal was also mined with railway trucks being hauled up the steep inclines by rope.
Joadja's population passed 400 in 1879, well in excess of other Southern Highlands towns. A post office opened in 1878. There was soon a theatre, a store, a butcher's, a bakery and a school of arts. Joadja was also one of the first towns in the colony to be connected to the outside world by telephone The miners were largely experienced men from Scotland, perhaps enticed by the Scottish manager. They were housed in cottages made of local bricks.
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| A Lounge Room |
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| A Bedroom |
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| The sign for Carrington Row |
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The buildings left on Carrington Row
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| A Chimney Stack |
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| The Retorts |
In 1878 the employees extracted 5200 tons of shale. With the introduction of a mechanical coal-cutter in 1881 (the first to be used in NSW) output doubled to 28 000 tons in 1882. By 1890 it had increased to nearly 37 000 tons. However, reserves dwindled and went into a sharp decline after 1893. Employees were laid off. The post office closed in 1900 and operations ceased in 1903. The company closed and destroyed the plant and a fire swept through the town. A few residents stayed on to work orchards originally established by the mining company. The property was sold in 1911. Attempts were made to reestablish operations in the 1920s and 1930s but to no avail and Joadja became a ghost town.
There is a very old and sad cemetery on the property, that holds some great history. The cemetery is damaged and is slowly slipping into the ground.
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| An Old Gravestone |
As we made our way around the property, we turned our attention to a water fall. There had been a lot of rain in the area recently, so the waterfall was quite spectacular.
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| The Waterfall |
Not only was there a the historic ruins, but also a great array of living creatures.
I had about my macro lens with me and managed to capture the following images. I was fascinated with an ant (yes I know - small things) but I loved when he turned to face me.
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| My Ant Friend |
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| A bee in a Scottish Thistle |
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| A Butterfly in a Flower |
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| A Toadstool |
This property has been bought by a family who intends on reopening the distillery and opens the property up on weekends for either guided tours, or your own self guided tours.
I know we all had a great time there, that was touched with a tinge of sadness with the way everything is just disappearing.
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| Rusting away |
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| A fallen sign |
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