Goolwa to Victor Harbour

Part two of the ride. But first there is a problem! Maggie is chained to the Cabin and I have lost the keys. Crikey.

In the end, after going through all bags at least twice, the park handyman brought his grinder which made short work of the cable.


Let’s forget that. I had removed from the cabin and had set up the tent by 10.00 hours. Time to hit the Trail.

Follow the little blue signs. Sometimes not so easy.

The trail between Goolwa and Victor Harbour is a mix of quiet roads and linking shared paths. It passes through Port Elliot on the way. 23k each way and a good work out with climbs along the way.

The views spectacular.
We cross a railway. A bit tight, I had to drag trike backwards.
There were some free bikes.
This kangaroo can be found at Boomers Bay.

More cyclists were seen on the path than seen on the entire trip. Many were sitting very upright and I realised they were riding electric bikes. The electric bike dealer here is doing well.

Going through one link trail which was bushy on either side I saw a stick move. But no, it was just a stick. Then, no it isn’t! It wiggled across the track left to right into the scrub, then couldn’t be seen. A long, thin brown snake approx 1.5 metres in length. I passed the point of disappearance fast – but it had been flowing along quickly after pulling in it’s solar power. On a trike you are low, close to where a snake lives. This one had poured itself into the scrub and disappeared. Good. Brown snakes are dangerous to humans.


On the way back I took a look at Hindmarsh Bridge (over the Murray).

A bridge, a bike, a shared path. Who could resist.
Port Goolwa from the bridge.

So, I have ridden from Melbourne to Victor Harbour and it is time to start climbing. Up Mount Compass. But that’s for next week after the family reunion.

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, who knows, an electric bicycle may make an appearance down the track

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