Day 439 | Lynd River: a campsite right next to the water
98 km | zzOz total: 13,234 km
It’s warming up as I head west, away from the hills. Maybe mid 30ºCs in the shade, except there’s not much in the way of shade or cooling breeze as I merrily pedal along.
Not a cloud in the sky, mostly, but with my Lawrence of Arabia style headgear the long peak cuts out much in the way of the view of anything overhead.
I’ve been forced to start wearing my sunnies as well, not long after the largest bolt in my stack snapped, the seat post, the smallest one has done likewise, my glasses are now bound together on one side, you guessed it, by Gaffer tape. Seems anything can be fixed with it whether it’s a delaminated rim back on the Tocumweal Road before I began my main voyage, to the major ventilation created in my trailer by Ray’s resident Brush Turkeys last week.
There was good water flow at the third crossing of the Walsh River, time for a cooling paddle and scrub and refilling the water supply but in general the countryside has been drying out fast as it’s been flattening.
I’m wondering what the numerous cattle and occasional marsupial seen is eating, although it’s probably not significantly less appetising than my bland fare.