Good morning Elliston!!

Had the best nights sleep last night in all the time I’ve been away. Nice and toasty in the tent. It’s true what they say about the gear you have though. I spent a little extra and bought a thermal sleeping sock and a new pillow and it is so well worth it. Kicking back now after boiling the kettle for breaky.

Camp kitchen Kimmie

Found this giant wondering the park this morning

What’s the plan for today, lets see………check out the van park and see what’s actually available and see if I can get free wi-fi from the office. The lady recommends that I take the opportunity to explore and take the Anxious Bay Clifftop Drive….it’s dirt road she says….argh!! but it’s good dirt you should be fine. With her trusty words of encouragement, Dudley and I head off for a morning tour.

First stop is the Elliston Jetty (don’t tell Smurfette, she’ll be pissed at us for not bringing her along – she loves jetties). It’s a little blowey this morning but the sun is out and the sea-gulls are gulling. The Grey-Nomads are out in force too, Elliston seems to be a popular town today.

She sells Sea shells by the jetty shore…..lol

Now off to find the Clifftop Drive and see what the fuss is about. It’s just outta town on the left and I decide to go clockwise and tackle the dirt first (shorter distance to turn around then……. To my surprise it’s not bad, a bit rocky but then you’d expect that right but soooooo well worth the trip. I cannot even describe to you the peace and serenity up here. The smell of the ocean clears the head…better than a Vicks Vapour drop. That’s Elliston township in the background.

The Drive is 12.3km (10 of them dirt) as it winds its way around the coastline. Very glad I packed the tripod, just to prove that I was actually there and appeared in some pics.

Pretty awesome hey!!

Bumped into these guys along the way. They asked me if I’d join them but I declined (gracefully) cos I think they were “stoned” LOL

As I wound my way round the coastline the views just kept getting better. The sea breeze and ocean smells are something else. Took extra care when parking Dudley as not to slip on the gravel.

And the peace de résistance….WOW!!!

Back into town and lunch today is at the roadhouse – a toasted ham and cheese croissant, before heading into town to the bakery for a “real” coffee. But not before checking out a mural painted community building. Turns out to be the OP shop but isn’t the artwork fantastic.

Sorry to bore you with pics but there is so much to see and I just can’t do it all justice in words.

At the bakery with coffee in hand (which is pretty good) I sit with a couple sets of Grey-Nomads and we chat away about this and that. Caravan choices are the most relevant topic naturally and there are so many options in this field. While listening and piping in every now and again, I sitting back imagining Karl and I doing this in a camper/caravan down the track. The still have places to be today and well me, I’m just bumming around so we say our “fair thee wells” and head off in our own directions.

It’s still early in the afternoon, so with potato chips in hand I decide to take a walk along the back of the van park along the coastline and beach (no I didn’t venture down into the beach….I’m not a sand kinda gal). Again the views are spectacular. I decide to wander through the back streets of town and check out the real estate. There really are some pretty awesome homes here and well some not so lovely ones too. I did happen to find one place in a back street (one back from the coast/beach road) that was for sale. Nice little place with a big garage and lots of parking……Sweety whadya think??

Homey and heaps of parking!

So now I’m sitting in the camp kitchen, catching you all up on the adventures and the temperature starts to drop and the sun slowly lowers its head.

I’ll be off to the pub again tonight for dinner then will wonder down to the common room to catch up on The Block tonight before turning in.

Have a great night and I’ll see you all tomorrow.

Welcomed this morning by Robyn and Wally for breakfast after a sleep in (I think the first for the trip). Soon packed and I say farewell to them and I highly recommend that if you are in Ceduna some time, stop in and stay at the Ceduna Motor Inn.

It’s another overcast morning but I am hoping that it fines up. The temperature has certainly risen today so far as I don’t require the heated gear to be turned on.

Todays destination is Elliston via way of Streaky Bay on the Flinders Highway. Exit stage Right…….  Now my friend Nico had posted on FB about a place in Smoky Bay named after me…imagine that. With this in mind I made a slight detour in search of this new found business of mine. Allo and behold – Angel’s Oyster Barn (if only I like the darn things…lol).

Quite the Entrepreneur

Thought we’d go into town and see what we can see…….another jetty. Smurfette insisted that this phot be hers and not Dudleys (he gets too many Kimmie…oops). There isn’t much in town a couple of caravan parks and that’s about it that I could see.

Smoky Bay Jetty

I’m watching as the clouds play the pantomime again of ever changing scenes…..dark and gloomy (cue music) to bright and sunny. The coastline is scattered with little “dirt” offshoots leading to hidden treasures I’m sure but not that the three of us are going to tackle today. That’s a canola field. They are potted in between the wheat and barley fields…I figure crop rotation. The green is so vibrant against the contrast of the red verge on one side and on the other is bare field that likes like nothing would grow in it.

Flinders Highway

Next stop is for coffee in Streaky Bay. Why stop here, well I like the sound of the town name and they have a Museum that’s painted with a mural which took my fancy when I was doing my research. The sky is beautiful along here and opens out into the ocean.

approaching Streaky Bay

The Power Museum Mural.

Streaky Bay Power Museum

Just up the road is the Elliot Café and Bakery. A quant little place which is obviously the place to go cos it was doing a roaring trade. While having my coffee a couple – Steve and Julie came to chat to me about Dudley and why I was out here. We exchanged stories and some 20minutes each bid each other a safe journey and adventure. There’s no hurry today only a baby day roughly 240km could be in before lunch but meh…why hurry.

After coffee Smurfette wanted to have another look at the water and yet another jetty (I think she’s taken a liking to them), so how could I disappoint here when she battered her big eyes at me.

Streaky Bay Jetty

Ner ner Dudley I got another pic…….. the rivalry I tell you!!! LOL

Next stop is Murphy’s Haystack at Mortana. Now I stumbled across these on the internet and thought WOW, that’s pretty amazing, better go check ‘em out. Watching the GPS and not the sign post, I nearly ended up in the gravel….oopsies.

“allergic”

Uey completed and down the right road

A donation honesty box is set up at the entrance for $2 you get the best views of an natural phenomenon. The formations are massive, huge even and are just plonked in the middle of this field like they had been placed there. They kinda reminded me of the Devils Marbles north of Wycliffe Wells in the Northern Territory. But how breathtaking are they……

Just to give you an idea of the size of these formations.

Huge!

The view is really something special and the pics just do not do it justice.

On our way again and we are so close to the coast that it feels like you could almost reach out and touch it.

Another town comes by Venus Bay this time…sorry Smurfette, it’s Dudleys turn.

We didn’t go in but maybe we should’ve stopped there for lunch…..we live and learn.

More amazing countryside and it’s only now that I start to get a bit of rain. Watching the sky dance again and it’s looks like we are heading into another front…nooooo. Seems to be intermittent again and I have my fingers crossed it passes.

Into Elliston – Waterloo Bay for fuel and it is raining now – poo but the lady at the servo tells me it’ll pass and asks me where I am headed today. She advises me the Elliston Waterloo Bay Caravan Park is just around the corner, but not before a town sign pic.

Into the park and see Michael the owner who offers me a protected campsite just across from the loo (good man) and a concrete pad for Dudley. It took me a bit to get set up…funny it takes no time at home but when you have to do it on the road it seems to take forever. Anyway, Camp Kimmie is erected and it’s off to do washing and get some lunch.

Inside Camp Kimmie it isn’t very luxurious but it’s home for a couple of nights.

Down town Elliston

And here we have another example of fine murals on the Pharmacy.

Now I think I mentioned Elliston is a fishing town, well I think somewhere you can also do some whale watching.

Dinner at the pub (the only choice) then back to camp for a shower, talk to you guys through the keyboard but most importantly speak with my Sweety.

Lazy day tomorrow.

Nighty night.

Woken this morning by the sounds of rumbling exhausts of my fellow riders departing for their respective homes or adventures and the sound of rain. Guess it had to happen eventually. Dudley, Smurfette and I are all packed up and we are off, waving to a few that are having breaky on the verandah of the roadhouse before leaving themselves.

Another spectacular performance by the clouds today. Before long I turn off to the lookout on the west side of the Bight. It’s all gravel as are most of the drives out this way and Dudley are I are becoming accustomed to this…..slowly. Rob & Lisa are also there with the same idea to get a few pics.

The views along the coastline are breathtaking and this morning was no exception…..even with the cloud and fog rolling in.

Anyway, time to go as my tummy is rumbling cos I haven’t had breakfast yet which is 180km away.

The plains out here are tireless. Empty, yet full, and you are forever on the watch for wildlife. This stretch was roos, wombats and camels….thankfully I haven’t seen any of them. Before long I approach another iconic sign……. The Nullabor Plain – Western End of a Treeless Plain. It’s true too, there are NO trees for the stretch of the plain which is approx. 10km only.

Just up the road is the Nullabor Roadhouse where I meet Rob and Lisa for breakfast. They have many more kays to tick off today and say hoo-roo while I take my time. When I finally emerge they are still in the carpark with Lisa’s bike apart. Lucky I carry tools and offered what they needed while they fixed the problem……that’s their story to tell. I wave hoo-roo this time and get on my way. Today I think I will be running the gauntlet with a storm front. Blue/grey skies, then rain, then wind and more wind and more wind, then rain and black clouds, then blue sky….the way of the outback.

Today I am stopping in Ceduna and as you can see it’s not far – 294 kays should be in for late lunch.

I never seem to get tired of the views though. When Mother Nature puts on a display like this – what more is there to say but WOW. This morning was tailwinds and now it’s cross winds and strong heading from the south. A bit annoying when the road train pass you….unlike previous days I am unable to slip through the wash and am copping a beating today.

Eyre Highway

What a surprise…it’s raining again…LOL. As you can see, it’s peak hour!

Just after 2pm and I arrive in Penong. Now I stopped for fuel here on the way over and missed the town attraction of the Biggest Windmill in Australia, so this time I stopped. No fuel this time as I’ll have just enough to get me through to Ceduna.

The Big Windmill is called Comet

I’m a bit worried about stopping here as the ground is sandy and the wind is blowing a gale and I hope Dudley doesn’t blow over.

Windmill Penong

From Penong it’s only 70kays to Ceduna and the wind has picked up some more. I’m running the options for accommodation in my head. I was originally going to camp at the Big 4, but when I asked the lady at the servo what the weather for tonight was – blustery winds (100kph) and storms, I decided to head to the friendly Ceduna Motor Inn again and see if Wally and Robyn had a spare room. On the outskirts of town I am blessed with a lovely rainbow!

rainbow in the field

Wally and Robyn and given me a lovely room and we are all tucked up nicely for the night. Late lunch of a Gags Roast and a stroll down to the Ceduna Jetty for a pic.

Off to dinner shortly and then an early night ready for another day on the road.

Good morning Ceduna…..

Gotta be happy with that.

Breaky with Nico then pack up and head off. Little day today only 480km to do. We aren’t travelling together and will probably play tag along the way, along with Gags who stopped in Wudinna last night some 2hrs behind us. Bit windy today but not as chilly as it has been…so not heated socks today.

Ceduna to Penong first stop for fuel but the stretch in between WOW. There is sooooo much country out there to see, it’s mind boggling. Not far out of town and I came across this sign for the next 79km. Eyes wide Kimmie!!! As you can see it’s rained already, not much it’s more like a spattering sun shower than anything serious. Dries up in no time.

Yikes

For as far as the eye can see…..the ever changing landscape. Salt bush and red dirt, sand, then trees, wind and wind and more wind not to mention the pantomime the clouds put again for me today. Dark then light, wet then dry….they must be menopausal (emotions all over the place like that…LOL). But how fantastic

It is windy but not too bad at the moment, Dudley, Smurfette and I are just tootling along nicely and come across this…

Not too far to go now….only 330km..YAY!!! But look at the scenery….totally amazing. There is so much to see and so much of nothingness that put you at easy with the universe. I tried to stop for a pic a little further back but the verges are real dodgy and I couldn’t safely stop besides the wind is blowing pretty hard now and I was worried Dudley might blow over. Nico caught me and asked if I was ok, gave him the pic sign and he said there was a better place a few kays down the road. To right there is – thanks mate. The Nullabor Plain – I  made it. WOO HOO!!! How inspirational is this place. The never ending horizon of for a now a beautiful blue with the stretch of cloud like a blanket rolling up towards your chin to tuck you in….breathtaking. In case you were wondering, yes, it’s still damn windy.

Now the guys had worded me up about the wildlife and places to stop, one of which is The Head of The Bight…..The Great Australian Bight that is…naturally. I’ll tell you know the ominous rain clouds you see didn’t eventuate….just yet.

Head of the Bight

What can I say about this place…..spectacular!!! $15 admission and you get to walk out to the cliff edge and watch the whales dance in the water. There were 9 out there today and I was lucky enough to be able to see some of them.

The Bight coastline

Not the best pic of me, but I WAS THERE!!! Look how magic that view is (just imagine my big melon out of the way….ha ha ha).

And for the finally…….a baby whale. The graceful giants of the sea….majestic!

Onya bike girl you’ve got to be somewhere. That somewhere was for fuel and lunch – The Nullarbor Roadhouse. This place like many along this stretch is an oasis in the middle of nowhere. This is the original roadhouse and fuel pump…..no I didn’t get fuel from there, they have a shiny new roadhouse, petrol station, motel now which has a little bit of everything. As I’m filling up that rain cloud from before decided to have a cry…poo. Parked up Dudley under cover and went and had lunch inside out of the wind and rain. Rang Karl, boy I wish he was here….it’s amazing! Everything good with me and with him, I hang up and have a little moment of emptiness  – where your heart sinks and the pang that the one you love so much can’t share this with you. Sweety I hope you can get a sense of all this by my words.

Nullabor Roadhouse – original

The road goes on for-ev-er!! But the scenery keeps changing ever so slightly. Then I see this sign…….now I have to watch out for Camels – YIKES!!!

Thankfully I didn’t see any but I did see a dingo with some unthoughtful persons rubbish in its mouth. The wind has really picked up now. I’m on my last tank of Dudley go-go juice before I reach my destination and am sitting nicely along on 115km with the cruise control. The heated gear turned down low just enough the take the edge off. Have I mentioned how that has also paid for itself this trip.

Not far now!!! I’m getting excited. Kicked back and relaxed watching the clouds dance across the never-ending plains and watching for wildlife (which is never far from my mind). There are turn off scattered along the coastal for you reach viewing areas….they are gravel roads but I out my “big girl” pantaloons on and went out to have a look. The walk to the actual look out was ages away and it’s windy as so decide a pic from the carpark will suffice.

Smurfette wasn’t that impressed with the wind I can tell you…..she kept complaining about her hair…..really!!

More straight road…the road…the only road that traverses the country east to west or west to east and that 183kms seemed to disappear. Also disappearing was my fuel! It was like I entered the Bermuda Triangle Fuel Vortex and it was sucked out like nobody’s business. I was warned about this but in all my excitement to reach Border Village I’d stayed with the cruise setting.

And then……..TAH DAH!!!!!  Roo – the sign that says I MADE IT!!! To Border Village.

Into the gravel again and skirted a muddy pothole, well not quite as good as I could’ve and nearly dropped Dudley. Gags is already at the fuel pump and we head in together and get our rooms sorted for the night. Parked up outside my digs for the next 2 nights and Dudley and Smurfette are tucked up nice and tidy in their spots.

Settled in and showered, it’s time to kick back with friends and join in the festivities for the night.

I made it, can you believe it!! It’s a surreal feeling, I almost can’t believe it myself.

Together Dudley, Smurfette and I have completed since leaving the driveway at home 2552km. What an awesome adventure!!!

Just quietly……I’m just a little bit proud of myself…sshhhh

Mixed morning today. Bit of excitement…hit a Roo this morning about 80km west of Renmark in the middle of nowhere. Nowhere actually has a name Pooginook. All is good! Dudley has some battle scars and I am ok. Smurfette just squealed like a girl :). In Crystal Brook some 200km from where it happened having breaky at the servo and making sure all Dudleys bits are patched up and holding. Not game enough to take anything apart just in case I can’t get things back together.

Pooginook – 500m metres from the impact

Needless to say I missed the sun rise but I was hidden behind the grey skies and fog. I can across this interesting sign…something about being at “World’s End” – I really didn’t think I was that far from civilisation…..lol.

World’s End?? LOL

Oh boy how thick was the fog, almost like sleet. Stopped in Burra to but on my heated glove liners…didn’t think I’d need them this morning….silly girl. Fog didn’t start to lift until after Spalding – thick as pea soup, slowed to 80 kph at times cos I couldn’t see too far in front.

Down town Burra

Pea soup

Crystal Brook as mentioned above I rang Karl and let him know what had happened this morning and assured him Dudley and I were ok. Another servo breaky of machine $3 coffee and a muesli bar….the coffee wasn’t bad either. How pretty is it through this area. Zigging and zagging all the way through to Port Pirie. These are new roads to me. I’ve travelled to The Gutter before but through this way….totally different experience and glad I did cos I seemed to have dodged the rain that most everyone else has been experiencing.

I eventually popped out on Highway 1 and headed through Port Augusta (The Gutter). All new territory for me know and I have to follow the GPS. It had me take this back road with rain me along the massive pipe which seemed to follow me or me it the entire way from here on. Had me going through Alamein on this dodgy bumpy road which I’m sure now I could’ve avoided…nevermind. Below is the behind view of The Gutter.

The Gutter – Port Augusta

From here on it’s a mystery of what to expect. First stop for a pic was Iron Knob, which is an Iron Ore mining town.

Check out the colour of the landscape – amazing.

Iron Knob

Doing well, next stop is Kimba for fuel and lunch. Now Kimba is the town located “Half Way Across Australia” so you know me, couldn’t miss a photo opportunity, besides Smurfette was just a tad excited about having her pic taken again with another iconic sign.

Thanks Kimba! it was our pleasure

While I’m here a friendly face arrives….it’s Gags..Woo Hoo, so we hatch a plan to have lunch together and ride on to Wudinna together. But not before a pic of the Big Galah….LOL

You bloody Galah…ha ha ha

Tucked up out of the weather for lunch, where we meet another couple of riders (father and son) heading to Border Village also.

Tucked up with me mate!

Back on the road and the never-ending (seems to be my favourite word on this trip) undulating ribbon of road that takes to the other side of the country.

Gags was happy to sit behind me….he said something about it better a better sight looking at my butt than me looking at his (well something like that anyways). Before long we wave good-bye as he is stopping in Wudinna and I still have 2hrs to go. See you tomorrow Gags.

The Wudinna Farmer

The Sheep Farmer statue on the way out of town.

A couple of little towns come and go and then I pull into Poochera for fuel. Unfortunately there is no Premium Unleaded her so I had to give Dudley 91 instead (luck it was only about 5 litres) before we headed off again in search of Ceduna.

Poochera Roadhouse

All day we’ve had spatterings of rain or sun showers and then it would dry up but the clouds played the mind game with of “will I rain or won’t I” which kinda eggs you on to get where you need to be before it opens up. As the sun starts to slowly sink into the horizon, it casts a beautiful ray across what I think are canola fields – which are all along this stretch.

Eyre Highway Wudinna to Ceduna

Just tootling along.

There is that road again – long and straight with a glorious setting sun. The picture really just doesn’t do this scenery justice. The peace and serenity that comes along with views like this really just can’t be put into words.

We arrive in Ceduna just before 5pm and look even Smurfette is waving and happy we have stopped for the day. Now to find the Ceduna Motor Inn and get settled for the night and relax.

Checked in and I’m putting Dudley to bed for the night and who should venture out from the room next door but Nico. I squealed like a school girl!!! Just couldn’t believe it. Needless to say I was just a little happy at seeing another friendly face.

Dinner was shared that night with Nico and the Father and Son team (Lance & Dan) I met at the Kimba roadhouse for lunch.

Night everyone, I’m a bit buggered and will see y’all tomorrow.

Today is the first day of my holiday and the start of the Border Run Ride. Home to Border Village – be there by Saturday 4pm to check-in and knock off 1000km in 24hrs on a day to Border Village – OK challenge accepted.

This morning up at 2:45am dark o’clock go to leave and Dudley won’t start….ARGH!!! Have to wake Karl up and he came to the rescue. Sweety, you are MY Knight in Shining Armour!!!! Having now made the servo, docket in hand and we are off.

It’s uneventful down the highway, a bit cool but I have my heated gear pulled in and playing….noice. Sutton Forest I have to stop for an emergency comfort stop……first day ride belly gets me still after 10 years of riding…..LOL. The fog comes and goes and the further south the colder it gets. Marulan and Dudley tells me it’s -1 degrees – thanks mate by the time we get to Yass, it’s a balmy -3 degrees and I need a power nap. So after fuelling up Dudley and parking him nicely under the covered area of the servo, I go off to the IBA table and have a little lay down. Did I say how good this heated gear is…worth every penny!!!

Good morning Yass

Yes, that is ICE and I also had ice on my gloves….BRRR

With all the rain that the country’s had, the livestock are happy…they are eating “green” grass or weeds not dried up brown crunchy yuk. Through Wagga Wagga in school times….what was I thinking. Anyway, I’m outta town in no time and heading to Narrandera.

The repairs to the road since that last lot of flooding is amazing, don’t get me wrong there are still sections under repair and others that could do with repair…hint hint mr council. Smurfette was excited to be out again but not happy that I didn’t get her a heated vest…..oops. So my pennants was that I had to stop at the Altina Zoo for a photo op for her.

Look at that Smile!!

Narrandera for breakfast and it’s a summery 10 degrees…..YAY, it made it above zero 🙂 A nice hot coffee and raisin toast and we are off again, next stop Balranald.

But wait, I gets to South Hay and there are 2x riders in the Mobil so I detour and say hi. It’s Dene and friend John on their way tot Border Village. Had a chat and then I am off. They pass me cos I stopped to check out my parcel of land “Hells Gate”…..Smurfette insisted that I stop as she hadn’t been there.

While the road isn’t particularly exciting, the changing scenery happening above me is magical. The clouds dance around up there, shifting and changing providing a sensational pantomime for me to watch today.

Into Balranald for fuel and a late lunch and I tag with Dene and John and give them a heads up of impending bad weather for Mildura – thanks for the heads up Ronnie. I stop for a bit here, my ride fitness is suffering a little bit and I’m getting tired.

Now since the camera battery died early on in the day, I don’t have any on the fly pics – sorry folks.

Back out on the road and watching the sky pantomime and the story isn’t look great, I’m just wondering whether I’ll make it to Renmark dry? Not being “strictly” on the clock, I have spent a little bit more time on my stops and am 1hr 30min behind the schedule. Phone call to the caravan park to let them know I’ll be a late arrival so they can leave the keys out for me.

Mildura is a bustle, people coming home from work and school so I take the back parallel road to main street which avoids all the traffic lights and pop out at the bottom end of town. the clouds are getting darker and I’m doubtful I’m gonna make it in dry. Anyway push on and stop at the Yamba SA border crossing. The guys greet me with a lovely smile and welcome to the state and ask me the all important question “Do you have any fruit?” I answer “no sir” and he sends me on my way. Thanks guys.

Tucked up nice and warm and dry in my cabin in Renmark (cos it’s pissing down outside). Too wet for Dudley to test out his brand new overnight cover…..I’d end up having a second shower outside covering him….so he’ll have to wait til tomorrow night

Summary…….

Well, what a day! 1190km from home to Renmark.

Got my passport stamped twice – no evidence of the VIC one cos it’s in the middle of a bridge….like who does that…silly Mexicans. But did manage to get my SA stamp and a lovely welcome from the blokes at the quarantine crossing.

Nighty night folks…this little black duck is just a tad tired.

Another early morning tomorrow…..

With The Ginger Factory FarRide complete the task was now to head home. Now Smurfette and I were planning on a camping weekend with our friend Saltpyxis (but due to circumstances Saltpyxis couldn’t attend 🙂  ) at Mt Warning Rainforest Resort. After catching up with childhood friend on Friday night there was no way Aunty Sandra and Uncle Eric were going to let me get away without spending the night with them and having a good old chinwag. How could we refuse!!

At the Ginger Factory I’d arranged to meet fellow Traceristas – Wordsmith (Lawrence) and Suncoaster (Rob) both natives to QLD. There aren’t many Tracers seen around here in Oz so to have the chance to meet others was too good an opportunity to pass up. You know how it goes, what farkles do you have, what tyres do you run, fuel consumption and a little bit about ourselves to round out the conversations and obligatory photo. It was lovely to meet them both and Mrs Wordsmith for a coffee and Rob joined the FarRiders for lunch. But as usual on these rides time is just waaaay too short.

The 3 Traceristas

How to get back to Lennox Head? I’d hatched a plan on Friday night before going to sleep and plugged it into the GPS but after speaking with Rob he’d made a couple of suggestions as I did not want to slab it back (there is only so much freeway a girl can do, ya know). With a new plan in the GPS, Smurfette was eager to head off into new territory (for her, besides she was getting a headache after overheating).

1:30pm on the knocker and we were off heading through the Hinterland – Mapleton, Montville, Beerwah, then out on the D’Aguilar highway to Kilcoy. What a gorgeous afternoon for a ride. The roads were all but empty and Smurfette was enjoying the scenery while I was “getting my groove on” (albeit with the looming effects of a vertigo headache). Now I can hear you saying “but Kimmie you shouldn’t be riding”, well I have lived with this condition for a long time now and if it tips while I’m out riding, you adjust the ride and yourself to manage the situation. Right onto Esk-Kilkoy Rd and down the beautiful scenic road to the Somerset Dam and quick left and now we are winding our way towards the Mt Glorious turnoff. Ah, Mt Glorious, you temptress you!! But not today my dear, you will have to wait for another time. Into Fernvale for fuel as I am not familiar with the area or the fuel stops (and I don’t want to get caught out) and to re-check the map. Checked in with Karl and advised my host family an ETA of 6:30pm.

Now Rob said to follow the signs to “oh bugger it, I can’t quite remember”. Checked the GPS details he advised and scratched my head. Oh well let’s go and see how we go. Just as I’m heading out Vlad on his Big Yellow Banana passed me with a couple of mates, so I tagged onto them for a bit. Then the GPS kept telling me it was re-calculating, then the little voice in my head was saying “Kimmie you’re going the wrong way” and my was head was pounding, Smurfette was worrying, so I stopped in the pause of a set of lights. I thought Vlad asked “was I lost” to which I answered “yes” but that obviously wasn’t the question….LOL. Anyway, I decided to cancel all the routes in the GPS and plugged in Aunty Sandra’s address and hit GO! GO, had me heading through the heart of Ipswich and I ended up on the freeway again but at least I was confidently heading in the right direction and would be tucked up in the garage before 6;30pm.

There is nothing better than arriving to a “home” that is so welcoming. 25 years it’s been but I tell you it was like yesterday sitting down for a lovely home cooked dinner with Aunty Sandra and Uncle Eric and I mustn’t forget Miss Ebony…..the beautiful you lady that gave up her bed for me the night before. After a long day, bedtime seems to descend on me very quickly and by 9:30ish I had to say my good-nights.

Miss Ebony

My plan for Sunday was to traverse the Nymboida Rd, one which has been on my bucket list for a long time but after not the greatest nights sleep and the vertigo playing in my head I thought I might have to change my plan. Farewells were made and Smurfette complained that she spent the night in the garage and didn’t get anytime to fix her hair or clean up. Plan to stay off the freeway had us going through Tintenbar, Alstonville &Tregeagle before popping out on the Bruxner Highway and into Casino. Weaving our way through the magnificent plantations of Guava and Macadamia nuts was just wonderful. Somewhere along the way though my heated gear stopped working! I’m running all the things that I’ll need to check when I make the impromptu stop in Casino.

United Limited on the outskirts of town has an abundance of parking allowing me to start my trouble shooting. Thankfully, the fault lie in the heat troller – the batteries had gone flat…lol, easy fix and lucky I carry extra batteries for such emergencies! 40 minutes later and we are back on the road down the Summerland Way. Another lovely piece of road (although you can tell you’re back in NSW) I pretty much have the road to myself…….wonderful! and we are into Grafton. Here’s where the game changes. I’m still not feeling fabulous and decide to take the Orora Way through Nana Glen. This is another road that is nice and tranquil this morning. Dapples of light striking through the trees and warming the morning for me nicely (although the heated gear is still on 🙂  ). Smurfette is enjoying herself……look at that smile on her face.

Nana Glen a little piece of backroad heaven. The aptly named Idle Café seemed the perfect place to stop for some morning tea a cuppa and Panadol. Here I ring Karl and let him know of the change of plan…..head to the in-laws at Forster for the night instead of camping out somewhere under the nights stars. Then I ring the in-laws to ask if it would be OK, naturally it was fine.

Coffs Harbour and it’s back onto the freeway. I set the cruise control and just ample on down the freeway through the varying speed limits due to the roadworks. The stretch of road will be so good whenever they finish it. Just under 3 hrs later and I pull into the Caltex for fuel and a servo meat pie. Another 5 minutes and Smurfette and I are safely tucked up in the garage of the in-laws in Forster……Thanks Nana & Poppa!! Another home cooked meal a hot shower and comfy bed and I am set for the night. Lets’ hope the morning brings a better outcome with my vertigo.

A sensational nights sleep…..ah!!! Smurfette and I are excited to get home and see Karl and Ella-Jane. Quick breakfast and we are on the road again. Feeling a bit better today thankfully and there is no other choice but to slab it down. Well, almost…The Lakes Way and the Old Pac break the boredom at the star and towards the finish.

Now, there’s this place where other motorcycle friends have pics taken at the mouth of a tunnel. I’ve always wondered where it was, well today I found it.

The mystery tunnel

I was craving another pie and a coffee so pulled into The Pie In the Sky Cowan. Met a lovely bunch of older gentlemen that insisted that I join them instead of sitting on my own. Don’t know where the time went but I better get a wriggle on. I thank the gents, John, German John & Sergio for their wondrous company and before long we arrive home – about 12:20pm.

Home

The total trip was 2314.9km

Did I have a great time – absolutely!

Was I feeling the best – well no, but I took heed of what my body was telling me and adapted things to best fit the situation.

Would I do it all over again – In a Heart Beat!!!!