Musgrave is on the map as though a town would be there, but it’s just a big old house. It was once a telegraph station. When technology left the overland telegraph behind, it became a homestead for a station. It now operates as a welcome stop on the long haul north or south on the uninspiringly named Peninsular Development Road (PDR).

Musgrave

There’s parking space the size of the MCG in front of the building and I don’t doubt that it’s sometimes full. The cool green grass under the shade of the huge tree is pretty appealing. They have a bar, serve food, offer public toilets and showers, there’s a (busy) mechanic, a shop and an airstrip. You just have to share it with the cattle.

Musgrave Airstrip