A sign of civilisation. Praise be. |
Going to keep this brief, as their isn’t a great deal lot to
cover. 68 rolling miles, with the wind firmly behind me, villages every 15
miles or so, temperature hovering at a high of 30C, barely a cloud in the sky,
few sharp hills, and beautiful countryside to boot. Sweating and swearing away
in the outback days like this had been the dream. It didn’t disappoint,
talking about it just doesn’t make great copy.
I’d made it to the rather agricultural town of Merredin and the first branch of Subway in over 1,300 miles by 14:00 (to be clear only went there because almost everywhere else was shut on a Monday. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it).
It’s been a busy afternoon fighting a bit of a battle to try
to get my final plans for Perth into order. Frustratingly having hoped for a
Wednesday finish, come to the conclusion it will now have to be Thursday. Can’t
really face writing out the details of why, but the logistics just don’t work
for Wednesday.
Bar that not a lot to say, other than have discovered I’m
riding alongside the longest pipeline in the world. Called the Golden pipeline, no
less. Not sure if this is interesting, or just factual, but there is little
doubt it’s an impressive feat. I’ve been riding along side it for three days
solid now.
Had assumed it was something to do with all the wheat
farming round here, but a little half arsed googling tells me it supplies the
goldfields back East of Coolgardie. Something new everyday, and not always
something interesting.
Miles: 68 – Southern Cross – many little villages proudly
announcing on their welcome signs some gloriously banal historic wheat
related fact unique to each location – Merredin (favourite wheat fact on a welcome sign was the hamlet that proclaimed it had produced the largest wheat stack in Western Australia....in the 1929 season. There's something defiantly heroic in celebrating information this irrelevant)
Breakfast – Standard
Lunch – Subway Chicken foot long. Yes please.
Dinner – Some rather rank chicken pasta dish, the motel had
not cooked well.
Whose got the footlong? Don't pretend you weren't fantasising about the meatball foot long for the last 1000 miles Will. I would have had three!
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