I’ve brought my bicycle with me on this trip. On Tuesday I cycled around Sheffield. Today I’m taking on the challenge of Mt Wellington. While Paul sleeps in I set off from the harbour to really make the most of this 1,270m climb. There are no flat sections. Leaving the harbour the road ascends immediately…
I’d been warned by the permanent campers last night that I would freeze overnight in my bivy. Fortunately, they underestimated the warmth the Outdoor Research bivy combined with a good sleeping bag and thermal liner provide. I was toasty and warm all night. So much so that I slept in until almost 6am. Not a…
I am woken well before dawn by the sound of feet moseying around my bivy. They sound heavy on the rocks that surround my little patch of grass under a pine tree. It’s not what I would expect to hear at 4:30am so I am a little confused at first. It’s too dark to see…
Today I visited the Myall Creek Massacre Memorial site on my way from Bingara to Ashford. I found the memorial incredibly moving and want to share the story through the words of those who prepared the memorial. I will post about the rest of my day later. For tonight, I want to leave us with…
The fog is sitting heavily in the Barraba area again, just as it was ten days ago when I was last here. I only have 65km to ride to Bingara so I have time to sit out the fog. Besides, it was too cold to get out of my sleeping bag this morning so I…
There are two routes from Gunnedah to Barraba: the Oxley Highway route that I took on my way down and the gravel road that ends at the Lions Park where I camped just outside Barraba. The latter route is 25km (15 miles) shorter than the former but, rather than going around the mountains, it crosses…
My second time watching the sunrise from the Lions Park in Premer is as good as the first time I saw it last week. What’s not to like about watching the thin sliver of red become a band of orange and then a gleaming blue sky as the big red ball of fire rises from…
For some reason I didn’t sleep well last night at Black Stump. The place felt strange to me. There was nothing visible to give me that sense. I just felt like it wasn’t a settled place and that we weren’t meant to be camping there. Weird because it’s a favourite stop for many grey nomads…
It may have rained and blown a gale most of the night but I found my stay at the Cassilis Rest Area particularly restful. I can’t put my finger on what it was about the night but perhaps it was just the pure pleasure of hobo camping for a night. That’s sometimes how I feel…
I start this post by acknowledging the Wiradjuri People as the Traditional Owners of the lands through which I’ve been cycling the past few days. And I recognise their sovereignty over their lands. I pay my respects to the Wiradjuri elders past, present and future, and thank them for allowing us newcomers to this land…
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