I had breaky with Chicky this morning in Red Cliffs at Coffee on Indi. A good hearty scrambled eggs on toast with coffee for me to get me off to a good start for the day. This café though loves it doggoes, they even have a wall of tribute for them. I’ve found that most of the meals have been of generous portions at the places we have stopped.
I thank Chicky again for letting me join his group this year and before long, it’s time to say good-bye.
I’ve decided not to do a timed SCDR ride this trip now. I’ve been enjoying the riding without the time pressures, clock watching and kilometre counting….just enjoying the ride for the ride. I mean, it’s not like I have anything to prove to myself or anyone else. Fergus and I have hit a good groove and are just motoring along steadily.
Today, I’m hunting culture – silo art. First stop is Ouyen for the Wheat Shoot.
Then it’s out on B roads under overcast skies to Walpeup. There is hardly anyone on the roads this morning and that little bit of self-doubt about me doing this starts to creep in.
Turn right and head down C roads now and the dark cloud of doubt and the unexpected potential of wildlife is in the forefront on my mind. I’m a little on tender hooks and with eyes wide on alert for anything. It’s the first time I’ve wondered whether this is right, the surroundings are reminiscent of Tipping Way. I force the thoughts away and focus on all the positives and how far I’ve come and what Fergus and I have accomplished over the past 10 days and think….you got this girl.
Then I roll into Patchewollock for the next spot of culture. The viewing area is sandy and rocky not ideal so we just tippy toe and park up for the pic.
Now, I’d done some calculations last night and planned to get fuel in either Woomelang or Birchip. I arrive into Woomelang and go get some more piccies of art and decide to push onto Birchip for fuel.
The skies have cleared now and the clouds are nice and fluffy and it’s warming up. I go and get the silo art in Birchip which is out of town before turning back into town to get fuel at the caravan park.
I fuelled up but I’m not comfortable at the fuel station, makes me feel uneasy. Back out at Fergus and it was like a thousand eyes were watching me so quickly mount up and get the hell out of there…..note for future DO NOT stop there again. I’m not saying the town itself just the fuel station/caravan park. Pays to blow the map up a bit more to see that another 40km down the road, I could’ve got fuel and had a more comfortable stop in Wycheproof and felt safer. Lesson learned.
Final push 200km to Moama where I grab the last of the silo art before heading straight to my motel for the night. It’s turned into a beautiful day and again unpack and get a little organised.
But you know what today is….yep FriYAY and since I missed morning tea, walked across the road to the Moama Bakery for afternoon tea instead – chocolate iced sprinkled donut and coffee.
Back at the motel, early shower and dinner (extra meal from last night), a little bit of work on Fergus before tucking him in for the night and kicking back to relax myself.
Sweety, I’m almost home!!! I miss you and the furbabies so much xxx
