Boulia seems within reach, but Mt Isa still seems like a pipe dream… oh well, nothing for it but to leg over and p[edal some more!
Bitumen + tail wind = good, and we chew through 55km’s before morning tea.
More cows reek havoc, and break up the monotony. It really is amazing that they just wander around – must be quite a job to muster them all up!
Hills aren’t usually that interesting really, however we see some quite stunning ranges as we coast on, and our spirits are a little lifter until …. the BLISTR… the Bloody long straight road. AAAARGH. When you can see the horizon, and the road keeps going, it’s somewhat disconcerting.
At least it’s bitumen. Doh. Spoke too soon.
Another real bush camp – we’re starting to get more spread out now that we know who snores and who get’s up too early - and a great fire ends another typical day riding, and the crew once again cook up a storm in their camp ovens, making us all sleepy. Pete tells a hilarious campfire story, reminiscing the challenges and trials of finding the camp toilet in the dark…
Time for bed. Big day tomorrow. We’re going to get up early, and go for a ride….!
The road is sealed for a while, but before long, back on the dirt…
As we creep north, there are more little creeks and gully’s, which is nice.
The group is getting better at riding as a bunch, especially when there is a head wind, or it’s the end of a long day.
Boulia creeps up – phew. It’s been a bit of a slog today. Every town has some form of attractions, but Boulia seems quite well endowed, with a famous Burke and Wills landmark, and the Min Min lights exhibit. Oh, yeah, and apparently cheap fuel! Bah… who needs it.
After setting up and dinner, a visit to the Min Min lights exhibit, and some shopping for essentials….
it’s off to the pub to watch some wedding that’s on. Apparently there’s something important about a dress, according to all of the girls. Luckily, the bar is still serving beer, and the seats down the back are comfortable enough, seeing it’s standing room only at the screens near the bar. Rick nearly get’s kicked out of the pub for putting the jukebox on just as the wedding vows are happening. Too funny.
A short stagger, and it’s off to bed. Much to the bemusement of most of the people in the caravan park, a refrigerated road train pulls in right outside the campground fence. With three massive chiller units cutting in and out all night, there’s more than one set of bleary eyes in the morning.
< end of days 19 and 20 >
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