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Sunday 9th March

Destination Cann River

Or get a convertible...

The plan had ben to head off to Mount Beauty and then back track a little to go on to Omeo - but didn't quite work out that way. I struck a cycle race/ride and so decided since it would be slow going to head directly over Mount Hotham and save Mount Beauty for the next trip.
It didn't phase me too much given my circumstances, but I was in amongst cycles for the best part of two hours. It wouldn't have been so bad but I would get caught up behind cars which had much more difficulty getting past than I did with nothing else in front of me. There must have been close to a thousand cyclists - certainly many hundreds anyway. Every time I thought I had passed the leading group, I would come around a corner and find another bunch.

Notwithstanding that, and some crazy 4WD drivers who had lost their patience, and sanity, it was a very scenic ride over Mount Hotham and down in to Omeo. There would have been some great photos but for the inability to pull over with all the cyclists. Also, when you did get past a group I was reluctant to lose the ground gained. So, very few photos for the day I'm sorry.

I had stopped to fill up at Omeo only to realise the petrol station was closed when another Guzzi rider came over to chat and put me on to another detour (to avoid the cyclists) from there to Swifts Creek which was on my overall route. That was about 30km away and had a petrol station there, so I carried on. When I got there I was impressed that the service station dude came out to greet me - only to find he was asking me to hurry up because he had to lock up and go and fight a fire! With the next nearest petrol 70km away I was mightily relieved that I hadn't stopped for photos earlier!

Another scorcher and vacant roads back down from the mountain

Rare to see a creek with water in it

I carried on from there on the Great Alpine Road in to Bruthen for a milkshake stop and a chat to a group of QLD riders who joined me. From there it was on to Orbost and then Cann River by about 5pm, so time to pull up stumps for the day. The distance covered wasn't great, but there had been a lot of riding through the day.

Cann River wasn't much more than a pub, petrol station and a couple of shops, and the only camping ground was booked through the local pub. i.e. no one at the camping ground. The amenities weren't flash for sure, but they worked, it was very quiet and at $10 for the night - my cheapest stay so far.

I met a youngish couple there who had sold up and had spent the last few years cycling around Australia picking up work when they needed to but otherwise intending to carry on for many years to come. They were well set up and she was even lugging her cello around with her!
I did enjoy sitting back in the evening sun out in the countryside listening to her playing about 50m away. I am no judge, but she sounded pretty good to me.
My own table and chairs - yeh!

The cyclists kit

I saw a bush track marked nearby so decided a bit of exercise would be do me good just before sun down. It was pleasant enough, but wasn't sure where it was taking me as the sun started dipping, and had visions for a while of having to sleep under the stars - slightly spooky. Anyway, eventually I reappeared on the other side of the camping ground. Hooray!
My wayward walk

Posted by jb2014 15:10

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It does look a little spooky John, very pleased you found your way back to camp.
I could think of nothing more peaceful than as you were, listening to the cello in the quiet evening.
I presume none of the cyclists gave way to you??

by Margie

Nobody giving way Margie - they were very focused it seemed on one or other of winning, or just surviving! Some serious hill climbing - very impressive to be honest.

by JB

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