Posts Tagged ‘Newbridge’


Today I left my planned route to head for the big smoke of Orange. It was a day of unexpected encounters, ending the day eating roast chicken with Graham and Rita.

Graham and Rita

Graham and Rita


I often forget things. I leave things behind, only to discover it when it is too late. Last night I discovered that I had left my bike lock in Tarana, and so today I needed to go to Orange, leaving my Aussievelo cycle route.

The route stayed hilly. The rolling hills are usually covered in brown and yellow dead grass. Now, after the months of rain, it is all covered in a lush, thick cover of green. At times it reminded me of Tuscany in Italy.

The road to Orange

The road to Orange

The road to Orange

The road to Orange


In Orange I made a beeline to the bike shop to buy a lock. That’s where I ran in to Kate – a cyclist who has cycle toured all over the world. We ended up having a picnic lunch on the park lawns as she told me of her trips in Ethiopia and Tibet. She was there in the times it was possible to cycle to Mount Kailash unaccompanied.

In Manildra I was about to set up my tent in the caravan park when Rita came past and invited me to dinner. I joined them in front of their caravan after my glorious shower and clothes wash. We got talking about Rita’s rheumatoid arthritis, and I realised that she wasn’t being treated for it, but just taking an expensive homeopathic medicine. I had written all about rheumatoid arthritis as part of my work at NPS MedicineWise and convinced her to see her doctor.

The road to Orange

The road to Orange

Tomorrow on to Parkes and beyond. I’m told it will get a bit flatter.


It was a cycle through the dark, and then up the very well maintained stairs in the first morning light to the jumble of massive boulders on the top. Lots of gaps and holes to crawl through. Lots to explore next time.

Evans Crown

Evans Crown


Matt the cyclist I met in Leura gave me a tip. While in Tarana, go to Evans Crown at sunrise. I watched the sun poke above the opposite hill as I sat on one of the boulders perched above the valley. Spectacular.

Evans Crown

Evans Crown

Evans Crown

Evans Crown


At 8:30 I finally left Tarana and followed a creek and the train line, climbing up over hills where there train line skirted around the edge. It was a beautiful, peaceful road, super lush and green. Peaceful except for the magpies that squarked and swooped. Nothing like yesterday’s attempt at my eyes though.

The road to Bathurst

The road to Bathurst

The road to Bathurst

The road to Bathurst

The road to Bathurst

The road to Bathurst


The pub in Newbridge is being renovated. No rooms. No food. They have beer though. Had a nice chat with Bob. I’m cycling through a massive volcano crater that stretches from Parkes to Bathurst, apparently. Learn something new every day. 🙂

The pub at Newbridge

The pub at Newbridge