A nice creek bed for lunch. Out of the wind. I turned off the road and cycled 10 metres towards the creek into the soft clay before my wheels stopped moving. Pushing the bike didn’t work – my sandals just slid in the clay, collecting it on the way. Time for a declay.
Fix the mud
Oh, the mud
What I originally thought was going to be a massive tailwind turned out to be a massive sidewind – in the beginning with some side-rain. Nothing like some projectile throwing to release the frustration.
Projectile throwing into the wind
At the end of the day I climbed into some hills. Yes. Hills. I wasn’t expecting that. The scenery feels like the Flinders Ranges to me. Desolate landscape and some small hills. The town of Broken Hill has a South Australian feel to it too. It is nearer to Adelaide than to Sydney of course.
The hills near Broken Hill
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