Wow, what a night! Normally one would describe the wind as being full of fury. As I lay listening to the wind tearing through the trees and watching the horizon of the tree-top-silhouette throw itself around like a heaving ocean, I decided this wind wasn’t furious. It just had abundant energy and didn’t know what to do with it, couldn’t control it, just threw it about like a fireman with an out-of-control hose. Even though I was tucked four metres inside a three-sided shelter (a spectator stand at Northcliffe’s recreation centre), I still felt the rain. In the morning the storm got a few more pours out of its system as I packed up my little camp. I said bye to my BlazeAid friends and received motherly hugs from the two ladies, who told me sternly to make it home by next Sunday for Mother’s Day. Sorry mum, I would if I could but my legs are just not strong enough. I set off into the day with my full wet weather gear on for the first time: helmet cover, waterproof jacket, waterproof pants, waterproof socks, and sandals. The thing with wet weather gear is that putting it on calls forth the sunshine and taking it off is equivalent to doing a rain dance. Fortunately, I stayed cool enough that I was able to keep it on without boiling alive. I made it to Pemberton, home of the Gloucester Tree, where I met a German guy called Julian who was taking his time driving around Australia on his own. His stories revealed his intrepidness and I take my hat off to him for being so adventurous in a foreign country. After a quick visit to the shops (I was nearly out of food) I returned to a place I had spotted on the edge of town where I decided to spend the night: a nice old sawmill, albeit a creepy derelict one in the woods.
|Accommodation||Free-camp (abandoned sawmill)|
|Distance ridden today||46.5km|
|Average cycling speed||11.2kph|
|Total distance ridden||1,615km|