Day 81 | Near Charles Knife Road: just down on the beach, 25km from Exmouth
59 km | zzOz total: 3,764 km
Talk about one out of the box.
Amazing.
Warm, with a good push from a tailwind, no clouds of course.
Gentle roller coaster hills, cranking up the cadence on the downhill and cruising on the up.
Such a great start to the working week I thought I should go full on so continued with my head ringing to the noise of my best Monday morning wakeup music, played loud, ie, everything by Arcade Fire. And sang along.
I’d never worked out if the lyrics are “Alive, alive, alive” or “A lie, a lie, a lie”, but later I find out it’s the more benign “La, la, la”.
Caravans were going by, the biggest stream of evacuees from Exmouth was a bunch of 10, but when the air is fluffy, the Gulf a few hundred metres away, who cares.
Stopped at the beach a couple of times, high tide, the sand strewn with pink and red sandstone pebbles, had lunch and before I knew it was after 3pm.
Finally in range for the internet scanned the email bucket, one from Y, I already knew what it was about to say.
No point in hurrying to Exmouth now.
In the Tropics the temperature has been turned up, 33°C most of the day, and the fluid they term water around here has a saline flavour, you can really throw it down, my supplies from Coral Bay were seriously depleted, I picked up some water at the fish factory and only managed another 2km before I took the first 4WD track down to the beach, where I now reside with my million dollar views.
Today’s been the best fun since, well, thinking hard here, that single track on the Munda Biddi.
Talk about a cracker.
One thought here, I’ll be pedalling back into that massive headwind when I leave Exmouth in a week or so.