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Day 8. 0km. Hillston

Posted: October 19, 2020 in Australia, Cycling, NSW
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Thunderstorms were predicted, and with dirt roads ahead, it was a day for a rest.

Looking out at the rain

Looking out at the rain

It was spent doing some shopping and asking at the pub where I can get water between here and Lake Mungo. A homestead, a water tank at a hall and a school are now dotted on my map. Thanks Christie and the guys at the pub for all the help!

Hillston

Hillston

Tomorrow into the outback! There may be a delay with some posts. There’s no internet in the outback. 🙂


The clouds have arrived and the wind direction has changed. All is building for thunderstorms tomorrow. With dirt roads and a lot of nothing ahead, tomorrow will be a rest day and a day of research.

The road to Hillston

The road to Hillston


When the wind is at your back, the road surface is good, and it is slightly downhill, the cycling is easy. I was in Hillston by lunch.

Blue tongued lizard

Blue tongued lizard


A trip to the pub tonight made me realise my trip to Lake Mungo will be more adventurous than I thought. Dirt roads and long stretches with nothing. I’ll be planning out all the water stops tomorrow. And the joker card is held by tomorrow’s thunderstorms. If any roads are closed, a new plan is called for.

Let’s see what tomorrow brings.


These places are far apart. To cycle to a big town further than 65km, I had to do over 160, so I started at 4am. Speeding through the dark, the first shades of pink developed behind me.

Sunrise on the road

Sunrise on the road

Sunrise on the road

Sunrise on the road

It wasn’t hot, and there was a gentle tailwind pushing me to my second breakfast at Condobolin. A big breakfast and 2 cakes hit the spot.

The main road to Lake Cargelligo has no town in between, so I took a side road that followed the Lachlan River. That way I had some civilisation after 68km. Little did I know this involved 50km of dirt.

Some dirt

Some dirt

Some dirt

Some dirt

The back road

The back road


The bitumen resumed after Euabalong, and I even had a tailwind (rather than the normal headwind) for the last 10km.

I spent an hour relaxing on the lake shore.

Lake Cargelligo

Lake Cargelligo


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


When I hear a snap I know its another magpie crashing into my helmet. One even tried his best to get behind my sunglasses brushing my face with a ruffle of feathers. Today was a hilly affair through some beautiful county.

One of the hills

One of the hills

It was goodbye to my friends in Leura this morning as I headed off into adventure. Its always great spending a weekend with them chatting and sitting in front of their beautiful outside fireplace.

Leaving Leura

Leaving Leura

I had gone all of 1km when I ran into 2 cyclists on racing bikes. Being locals, they know the lay of the land, and what was before me. They warned that it was steep and hilly, and it was. I rushed down the hill to Hartley Vale and rolled through the rich green fields. You can tell that it has rained a lot and everything looks so vibrant. The local pub in Hartley Vale looked rustic and well maintained, but closed. The climb out to Lithgow was a killer for my untrained legs.

Hartley Vale

Hartley Vale

Hartley Vale

Hartley Vale

I’m camping in the little village of Tarana and having a huge meal in the pub. These hills make you hungry.

Spot my tent

Spot my tent

Sunset at Tarana

Sunset at Tarana