Crickey. It’s our first head wind, and the sign telling us the pain ahead (702 km’s to Birdsville) is not a welcome sight.
We plug into the wind to a quaint little township (if you could call it that) Beltana. In an amazing twist of timing, Sarah’s uncle Barry happens to drive past and offered some customary Red Hill encouragement – Pedal faster ya mug!
Legs are now officially weary, and it’s early to bed for everyone – mostly dreaming about tail winds and smooth roads…
< end of day 5>
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