Broken Hill is over 800 kilometers from Melbourne. We decided to add a few kilometers and travel down the 200 kilometre Wimmera Silo Arts Trail.
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Touring about – no cycles
The trike was parked at Milang and then folded up, wheels off and placed in the back of the car. In fact it hasn’t been used since I cycled it into Adelaide. I thought I had better post a ‘filler’ to tell what we are doing.
Continue reading “Touring about – no cycles”Clifton Springs to Geelong
The plan was to check out Ocean Grove and Barwon Heads on the way – but I did that yesterday so today would be a short ride but I can’t change the map.
Continue reading “Clifton Springs to Geelong”The Last Leg of The Tour
Sue is still feeling the effects of vertigo and the exercises are not “fixing” it, so it will be good to get home.
The drive down from Temora to Wangaratta started on the Goldfields Way which became the Olympic Highway and then on the Hume Highway. The Olympic Highway is so named because back in 1963 part of the route was used to carry the Olympic flame down to Melbourne for the Olympic Games. The Goldfields Way led to Wagga Wagga and was quite busy with people heading into Wagga for Saturday chores, all wanting to overtake this pesky caravan. After Wagga things settled down and I was able to watch them rushing along towards Wagga on the other side of the road.
Gilgandra, Parkes to Temora
This part of the trip is basically caravan touring because I have had waitlist success and will be on the Ferry to Tasmania on the 21st August. This means getting to Melbourne by then. Of course I could just hit the road and drive long distances each day – but given the timeframe there is no need.
Gunnedah on the Liverpool Plains
The “Visit Gunnedah” website promised cycle routes around the town and out to two hills for views over the same. I am pleased to report that all expectations were met.
Armidale – still up on the Tablelands
The drive to Armidale was made more interesting by a side trip to Captain Thunderbolt’s Cave. Little did I know when I pulled off the highway that the way to the cave was by an ever narrowing and ever rougher dirt road. Mrs GPS reckoned the track would eventually rejoin the New England Highway but at times that looked like wishful thinking!
