Well, this is not where I thought I’d be when I left Oberon this morning. Rather than Yerrenderie, I’m in a camping ground on the Abercrombie River. Let me explain.

I left at 6am with a fully loaded bike with gallons of water. The road was beautiful through the plantation forest, undulating up to 1300m.


Then, the dirt track started. A big sign warned people – 60km, 4WD only, take spare tyres, take water etc etc. The first 9km was moderately harmless to the Mt Werrong camping ground. I thought this would be a piece of cake. After a snack and filling my water bottles from the tank that I wasn’t expecting, I continued.
The road started to get steep, dusty and rocky. Often I pushed my bike up, and rode the brakes down, only to repeat around the corner.

While it was hard, I was enjoying it. Until the brakes started to squeak. The first sign of them wearing out. I was exactly half way between Mt Werrong and Yerrenderie -25km in both directions. Looking at the map, the road just got steeper. The brakes would not survive getting there, let alone getting back.
I couldn’t afford to be without brakes in the most remote part of this trip. I reluctantly turned around. I could walk up and down the steepest bits and make it back to Mt Werrong by sunset. From there, I could make it to the bitumen road tomorrow. I was confident the brakes would be fine on bitumen.
Then a car passed. And I caught a lift.

They dropped me off at a place I’d passed earlier, not far from the main bitumen road.
Once I hit the tar, the brakes were fine. I hardly used them as I flew down the descents with confidence.
Still 30km from Taralga and 44km from Wombeyan Caves, I decided to call it a day at a camping ground just off the road where it crossed the Abercrombie River.
Kangaroos galore, I had a swim to freshen up, had dinner, and went to bed. I’m exhausted.

You are my hero. What a journey.
good decision on the brakes. Keep smiling.
Dit klinkt gevaarlijk ook! Je wil niet ergens in de midst of nowhere roemloos sterven aan watergebrek omdat je met een kapotte fiets (geen remmen) je bestemming niet meer kan bereiken! Verstandig dat je bent teruggekeerd. Deze tocht, net als de andere is niet alleen een fysieke uitdaging, maar ook mentaal! Grote klasse voor hoe je dit doet! Merk je ook, nu je langzaam ouder wordt (en no it doesn’t show) dat je lichaam iets minder aan kan?
Peter Amsterdam
Autos rijden langs elke uur of zo, zo sterven zal ik niet. Maar, inderdaad, terugkeren als het nodig is is belangrijk. Ik bewijs niks als ik door ga.