“It is what it is..”
Depart: 6:25; arr: 9:15; dist: 27.0km; saddle: 1h 49m; ave: 14.6k/h; ascent: 687m.
Total Dist.:146.9km; Total Asc.:2697m.
The push up the Great Dividing Range is via the Mt Darragh Hwy. Today is almost a rest day to the plateau of Wyndham. We start in fog and go through Pambula’s bird sanctuary:
Just before the climb starts and just before vodafone coverage disappears for the next FIVE DAYS, we get a message from Mum: car won’t start. Mal heads back. The road heads up:
(Note Wombat over Kangaroo; cf Vic signs later.)
We fire up the handpresso, and soon another roadie passes. Our first customer! Alas, and I’m still perplexed over this one, a road cyclist from Melbourne who doesn’t drink coffee.
The proprietress, Bernadette, decides that instead of renovating the 1848 hotel, it would be easier to put us up at a house whose owner is away. It’s rustic and charming:
… but the kitchen is locked. She provides an esky with food. Food disappears, 2nd lunch.
The car problem is serious. We are rescued by Dad and gain: a substitute car, a dog, a lawnmower and some gardening implements. This gives us immediate street cred among the tightly-knit grey nomad mafia at caravan parks. They regard us silently with folded arms before nodding their heads in admiration. Yes! Of course… why not take a lawnmower too?
Yes – tomorrow is going to be BIG, but when it’s all said and done, it’s only The Great Dividing Range…