The predicted rain over night, actually came and went as per the program. What a surprise. It meant that everything was dry by the time we got up. Very good. It was a nice morning, with, again, a slight breeze, and we were not in a rush. So we got sorted at a leisurely pace, and headed off from Mt Hope about 9. Immediately, we had a fantastic downhill going for about 6kms. Great start to the day.
Breakfast at Mt Hope. Thanks again for the eggs Barb.
Are those mountains in the distance? What?
Tailwinds Jen, this is what I call riding.
We also noticed the slight breeze had increased, and it was actually, almost, a proper tailwind. It was basically hit us from the back right. Rob was cranking along, pulling away from us, and we were really trying to catch him, but just couldn't. We were going around 22kms per hour, and dropping back. Oh well, he'll stop eventually, and we'll catch him then. And we did! He finally stopped after 28 kays. We'd ridden a bit over an hour. Holy cow, the wind was stronger than we thought.
Mt Dutton, thank goodness we don't have to ride over it....
Look at that grass lean. You little ripper.
Next we came to Coulta, and wooshed passed it. Afterwards we all thought it would have been good to drop in, but the breeze was too good. Just outside of the town, we did stop at "Gordon Villas", a restored old homestead. Rob, again skipped ahead of us, but it wasn't long before we noticed his bike parked across the road, blocking traffic. Hey? What's gone wrong here then? Uh oh, it's nothing too drastic, just another "saving Bob" moment. Rob had spotted the little guy in the middle of the road, and stopped to remove him. It may not have been quite as easy going as Max's efforts, but a success none the less. Rob, saved bob, good job.
Gordon Villas outside of Coulta. Very well preserved.
Oh no, what has happened to Rob, I hope he's ok.
Oh, just a bit of "Bobbie-ise-ation". Come on little Bobbie, Rob wants to save you.
Hi Rob, thanks for getting me off the road.
At about 49kms, we came to a roadside stop with shelter, a picnic table, and a rope full of teddy's. We stopped for lunch, and Nonuts (the little giraffe) had a nice catch up with a whole heap of teddy mates. There was a box for donations for Beyond Blue for depression, and we could have left Nonuts, but he cried and carried on so much, we caved in. We had a nice lunch break, with views of the bay across the fields of Sorgham.
Look Nonuts, your friends are here for you. They want you to stay.
Nonuts and Ratus just hanging out together for lunch.
Across the Sorgham crop to the bay. A bit hazy, but great.
Less than ten kays on, we rode up a steep hill, then just as we started to descend, we had to turn right onto a dirt road. Bit of a bummer, missing that down hill, but this was going to cut off 14kms. It was an awesome, rock hard dirt road, which was slightly down hill for the whole 5kms. You little beauty. We popped out on the sealed road into Coffin Bay, looking straight uphill into the wind. Oh! Poop!
Never mind, guys, it's only six kays. So we weaved our way around the bay, up hill, slightly, and then we turned a bend and we're looking at the steepest hill we'd seen since Dwellingup. Oh, oh, super poop! Gear down, and then another one, and just one more, and I am not going lower than three! I was focusing on the white line, and occasionally looking up at Rob to see how far ahead he was. Then I saw big piles of poop, filled with Quangdong seeds, Emu poos. Bloody big ones.
Rob should not be allowed to have coffee, he is just too fast.
I'm coming guys, I'm just taking it easy on the dirt that feels better than the sealed road.
It all helped to get me up the hill, while Will had stopped to get a pic of some native hibiscus. Shortly after the big climb, Rob turned left into the scenic lookout, and I made the decision to follow, knowing that lookouts are always up a bloody big hill, better be worth it! This was a bigger climb again, about 10% gradient. I even had to zig zag up it, but I didn't stop, and I didn't walk. At the top, the views were ok, but not really what we were hoping for. Oh well, we did it, and it is all down hill the final 2kms to town.
We saw so many of these native hibiscus. Really beautiful.
Someone needs to get the chainsaw and cut the tops off these trees so we can see the view.
Pretty cool really.
Sweaty work getting up here, but nice view and downhill to town.
We rode through town, to the boat ramp, and then back to the caravan park. Found our spot, and did our thing, before going out for a magnificent seafood dinner at 1802. We'll have a relaxing day tomorrow before heading to Port Lincoln on Monday.
Finally, Coffin Bay. From the boat ramp.
Jumping in Rob? Nope, looks pretty cold. I'll just go find some oysters instead.
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