Today was always going to be wet, windy and stormy. Today was my last rest day watching the rain fall, staying warm and cosy inside.

Wisemans Ferry in the rain
Tomorrow will be the final stint into Sydney and my Tour de NSW will be over.
Today was always going to be wet, windy and stormy. Today was my last rest day watching the rain fall, staying warm and cosy inside.

Wisemans Ferry in the rain

On the way to Wisemans Ferry

On the way to Wisemans Ferry

On the way to Wisemans Ferry

On the way to Wisemans Ferry

Vineyard in the early morning

Scones, jam and cream at Wollambi

Motorbikes day out at Laguna

The road to St Albans

The road to St Albans

The road to St Albans

The road to St Albans

St Albans pub

St Albans pub

Horses on the way to Wisemans Ferry
Up and down. Headwind. Coal mines. Busy roads with coal trucks. Flat tyre. But also a side road through the hills. A taste of the national park to come.

The side road starts to climb

Vineyards

Farmland

Into the hills

Changing the tyre
The Bylong Valley Road is stunning as it winds its way between rocky escarpments and peaks, following the Goulburn River. I cycled this road, bathed in glorious sunshine.

The Bylong Valley Way

Coal mine

Coal mine

Coal mine

Coal train

Bylong village

Bylong village

Bylong Valley Way

Bylong Valley Way

Bylong Valley Way

Bylong Valley Way
I left the main road and it got hillier. I still haven’t reached the Bylong Valley Way, but am feeling tired. I stopped early at the mining pub in Ulan. Some sleep was on the menu.

Could this be the highest point?

The road to Gulgong

The road to Gulgong

The road to Gulgong
The warning was for potential extreme thunderstorms. I missed them, although I did have a race against pelting rain. I wheeled my bike into my Dunedoo hotel room 5 minutes before the heavens opened.

The black sky

25km to Dunedoo

Side/head wind

Nevertire

The same place – the view in front

The same place – the view behind
‘I grew up here and now live in Newcastle. I’m here to buy the house I grew up in,’ said the lady camping next to me in Wilcannia. ‘Properties with derelict houses sell for $600 – yes – less than one grand. Ones with good houses go for $10,000.’
My jaw dropped.

The road to Cobar

More trees today