I have always felt that there is no better place to be then here in America. This particular location just east of Seattle is a pretty damn good in the best county in the world. My journey led me almost 8,000 miles around Australia. I spent some time in the largest cities but most of it in the small coastal towns on the south and east coast of the country. Just before returning home I met my daughter and we drove from Auckland to Franz Joseph then took a train to Christchurch in New Zealand. There were some major differences that were immediately apparent. Australia is almost the same size as the continental United States.
The rest of the way through the Great Ocean Rode. This is where all the tourist from the world appear. By far the most popular site that being the 12 Apostles. https://visit12apostles.com.au/ Very beautiful, these rocks on the coast of the Bass Straight are just amazing. 12 apostles due to the time they believe there might have been 12 of these. Currently there are eight. James, Matthew, Mathias, Judas, John, Paul George and Ringo. You will also see London bridge in the below pics. Also a great MC rider I met just before the GOR, Hamish. We rode a few days together including the Rode and a few days following. He had come from Perth like me heading across this BAC (Big ass country. Another one of the “Lone Wolf’s” living on the rode for weeks at a time.
Made it to the Great Coastal Road. This is the road the Australia and the world call one of the best in the world. The best view I have ever seen is at the Bight. The Great Australian Bight is about as nice as it gets. The only view I can remember that compares is looking at the Grand Teton’s from the east. There is a resort on the east side of the mountains that I saw the best view of my life before the Bight.
Pulling into Robe a waterfront park full of food trucks looks like the dinner stop. Checked into the local Caravan Park. After unloading and starting to head to the beach a bit a rain started. Within a few minutes is was like an afternoon squall in Orlando FL. Running from cover to cover I made it to a little “take-a-way.” Loaded up on the local fresh fare and swam back to my covered hideaway.
March 7th One Mile (Port Stephens) to Yamba
Had one of the best meals of the trip in Coffs Harbour for a late lunch. Great salad and calamari. Great chips also. Funny about chips in Australia. Out side of the big cities chips are big fat fries. Fries are not heard of down here only chips. So next question? what do you call chips like the ones in the bags at the stop and rob? Aussie answer to that one is “Chips!”
February 15th, 16th Port Elliot
Stayed around the area today. Took a ride out to Cape Jervis to the West. Then a ride to the east to Goolwa. Cape Jervis is where the ferry goes out to Kagaroo Island. This island is one of the top tourist destinations in the land down under. You need about 4 days to see the island as well as a four tired vehicle. At least I was not ready to spend 4 days touring an island with ver little paved road on the bike. I figured I am going to hard enough on it and myself over the next few weeks.
A beautiful place on the waterfront. I had a room to myself at the YHA backpackers. Left my hat at this place. Steve the guy running the joint sent my hat to Melbourne YA 1,000 KM later I picked it up and life was all in line again.
Time to get out of the heat. After the morning mine tour as the temperature heading up to triple digits i figured it was time to find the coast and not to stray far from it again. Had to backtrack to Norsman then turned east on Hwy 1, the Eyre Hwy across the Nullabor. Just about 100 Km from Norsman is the Fraser Range Station. This “Station” was a sheep shearing property. The sheep from the range were brought in for a shave here and their wool packed up and sent by camel to Port Malcolm. Here the wool would be shipped to Adelaide or sometimes even Perth. For me it was still hot and I was due for a break. Almost took a room but decided time for a tent in the grass. Well there was not much grass and no tables around but I was going to ruff it. Still hot and the bar was open maybe have a beer before setting up then hit the showers. Well by the time the beer was gone the wind had picked up. Clouds come up fast and the wind really began to cry Mary. I have a good backpackers so I braved it a bit and set it up tying it to a post and a tree. Oh yea, most of the grass is covered by Kangaroo droppings. Well all set time for dinner. The station was putting on a fish fry for all interested guests. My choice was to join in or eat power bars. Time for a fist fry for me. This is the dinner we I officially met Hugh and Maureen. We would see each other time and time again as we cross the Nullabor. As we enjoyed the fish and company started to here some strange pinging on metal wondering what that might be. Hugh knew right away. Not wanting to over pack I could find no need for the rain cover for the tent. It was time though to get my sleeping bag out and under shelter. A quick towel dry of the inside and replace the bag ready for a good nights rest. All good until the Kangaroos came over to eat the grass and leave more of their droppings. It was really cool getting up at 4 am to be surrounded by these guys.
First night camping in the bush. Came across a few Kangaroo’s beforehitting the sac. Nice ride in the morning until I hit Salmon Gum. The sun came out a bit louder then us Satellites can handle. Made it to the Super Pit just in time to see the “Blast” I did get a pic. of the dust being blown up. Amazing how long it took the sound to reach the top. This is a major operation that I wonder how they can make money when they state that every 7 trucks the gather 1 golf ball size of gold. One truck tire const 40,000. I hope to publish more stats shortly. I guess there are enough trucks making it to the top every day that they pull in about 5 million each day. That’s a lot of golf balls.