If the "Old Gayndah Road" could talk. Imagine the tales it could tell. One hundred and fifty years of all types of travellers. These include the mailmen, the coach drivers and passengers, the bullocky’s and most notably of course would be "McPherson" known as the "Wild Scotchman", who plied his trade as a bushranger along this road and who took great pleasure in holding up the mailman, however it appears his greatest pleasure was taken from his exploits in alluding capture, and his contempt for the law.

Even going as far as writing letters to the editor of the "Argus", quite indignant about the fact that they were reporting his pursuer’s as hero’s. He would have them know that, "even though he was a bushranger, he expected to be treated as a gentleman." He was also cheeky enough, to request, "that when they caught him, could they please let him know."

Oh to spend a night at one of the many bullocky’s camps, scattered along this ride. The tales, that would have been told around those campfires. Maybe the ghosts of some of those unfortunate enough to have given their lives to this old road still linger, and maybe can tell some of these tales. Perhaps someone could help Pat Benson find the old Bottle tree, which stood out the back of an old hotel near Musket Flat. Pat carved his initials in this tree as a young lad, when he and his brother worked along side their father, cutting and carting timber along the "Old Gayndah Road"

A good old-fashioned pub-crawl is also on the agenda. Though alas! These watering holes have all dried up. Falling victim to the ravages of time. But surely a visit to the place where they once stood, would be enough to invoke the spirits of all those, who came before us and called to wash away the dust, and have a nights rest – we could call into the "Carriers Arms" hotel, and drink a toast to all who travelled the road before us. Although today the beer will not be drawn from a wooden keg, sitting on the bar, covered with a wet bag to keep it cool as it was in the days of the old Carriers Arms. But I am sure we would still all enjoy a toast to the Old Gayndah Road.