Another very still night equals a very damp tent, this time the dry bit was packed separately, it did work but a lot of faff compared to the roll it up and stick it in a bag method of tent packing.
Janet said farewell to her kanga friends and human friends, Carolyn and John from sydney cycling the other way.
We cycled very quickly past a vast frightening collection of gnomes, known only as gnomageddon.
Little did I know but disaster had struck, my lovely very worn green gardening shoes we still resting with the kangaroos back at the site. Oh well I needed a new pair anyway, yes it is way too far to go back for them.
Passing some huge Karra trees, including King Karra which is 3 m across and 300 years old, which strangely is how old a teacher feels after year 11 revision. The forest generally was populated by much older trees than before.
Cycling down a variety of surfaces mostly good, even a short tarmac piece in the middle of nowhere.
As we neared Pemberton our resting place tonight another disaster a stick in mudguard, so an impromptu 30 minute break while the rather bent offending article was removed. Then our journey continued into town. $35 to camp on a poor site, thumbs down from us.
The supermarket was a short walk away through the main street, it does look a poor town no real pride in any of the houses.
As the sun dipped behind the trees, another cyclist arrived, Sarah from Hereford who by a strange coincidence is also cycling to Sydney. Although she covers twice the distance we do, but what do you expect from a 21 year old?
Finishing on a cold looking fluffy Kookaburra, say ahhhhh.