Hamilton to Casterton.

This was to be another short day but Coleraine’s caravan park left a lot to be desired so it ended up a 70k day.

Up early looking for a 8am start. It was cold so cycle clothing grew as I loaded up. Ended up with normal gear plus leggings plus fleece top plus waterproof (windproof) jacket and shorts plus gloves. And this lot stayed on all day!

Not far out of town I sat out a shower using a large pine tree as an umbrella.

See – not nice

The rain brought out the colours in the trees and when the sun actually came out the light / colours were interesting. But after an hour or two it became very important to watch the mirror. Not much of a hard shoulder and enough traffic to need a sudden trip into gravel or other crap by the roadside every now and again.

The rain has triggered the growth of these – toadstools or mushrooms?

Half way to Coleraine this sign appeared. Now there was something else to look for. The system is, check ahead, something coming then check mirror. Anything behind then hit the dirt. Nothing in either direction then look up. Any Koalas? No, loopback to check ahead and repeat.

Coleraine’s arrived quite quickly and I checked out the caravan park. Oh dear, a couple of run down permanent vans with canvas annexes that had seen a better day 10 years age. Bass music blaring from one of the annexes. The instruction was to pay at the Post Office. It was 12.15 and the PO shut at 12.00. Thank goodness, I couldn’t stay.

I then checked the Coleraine Historical Society building. Shut. Looks like is hasn’t opened for yonks. I believe it has some info re the Chinese miners as they passed through here walking to Ballarat. If it’s in there, I can’t get it.

What to do? Bugger it, let’s carry on to Casterton and hope it’s a bit better.

Just after leaving Coleraine Mrs GPS told me to take a side road. When setting up the route I must have found a non-highway path. I turned as instructed.

If it wasn’t raining and the wind was less it would be a nice quiet ride

The small road went through rolling hills and the farming changed to cattle. It must be calving time as I passed several small paddocks with mums and new born calves in them.

That hill is quite steep!

Then the hills got bigger. This first one was a bottom gear job but not too long.

The second, a bit further on, was longer and steeper. A slower bottom gear job.

The third was a terrible thing. Bottom gear for ages, up and around corners and still it climbed. At one point the odometer read 1.9kph for a fair stretch.

Nice, wet rolling country.

Eventually a crest was topped and a decent downhill began. What a relief. Down almost the entire way to Casterton.

Well, I never knew that

Did you know that Casterton was where that wonderful dog the Kelpie came from ?

It was still showering and a cool wind blowing so I cruised the main street looking for a Motel. None. To the caravan park then where I had to put up the tent. The kind park manager has offered to bring me a spare blanket if I get cold.

Author: antc1946

Born in 1946 I learnt to cycle about 10 years later. On a bike with rods connecting brake levers to the brakes - anyone remember those? I emigrated to Australia (from the UK) in 1974 and moved to Tasmania in 1984. Bicycles were in my life for most of that time although sometimes they were replaced by motorised two wheels for a bit more excitement. On reaching 70 I decided to stick to pedal power but in 2019 an electric recumbent made an appearance. it's now 2023 and I have 3 bikes. 2 e-recumbents and the Brompton.

2 thoughts on “Hamilton to Casterton.”

  1. great trip ,ups and down (roads and caravan parks)had to get priscilla to put add for van on gumtree .works, but no phone calls.so wont be puting elec on trike yet!!!!!!!


  2. HMMMnnmm, reminds me of the many chats we have had about the different opinions of Dr.Google & Mrs GPS.
    I just put it down to variation in satelite movement.ha, ha.


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