Well,
I left Brisbane on the Wednesday having booked into the pub at Meriwa. The others decided on Gulgong where they had a cabin but a bit too far for me as the last hour would mean riding after dark. As this was my first trip on the F650 GS Dakar since my last trip in the dark on her ended rather badly. Fuelled up at Warwick and then stopped at Deepwater as the servo there has a good reputation, so always good to support the little guy.
Next stop was to visit Sean and give him a break from renovating the house. I allowed Keith the Kat some freedom which was frowned upon as his holiday home on the coast beckoned. Managed to get through Tamworth and fuelled up on the way out so that I would make Meriwa. Time was tight if I wanted to arrive before dark as I was still using Qld time. Always a fun ride through here as the road twists and turns, especially the section between Wallabadah and Willow Tree.
After turning off the highway and towards my berth I saw one fox and two kangaroos. The fox and the first 'roo decided to bugger off into the bush as the Dakar approached. However the second one decided to have a dance with me but Covid restrictions and social distancing must still be a thing as he kept to the two metre rule.
Arriving just before Eight in the evening, I was in time to catch the restaurant for dinner, although as far as I was concerned it was only 7pm. Beer, burger and bed in that order. A hot shower first and I had the room on the corner. A restless nights sleep as it must have been the warmest room in the pub. Guess it collected the sun all during day.
A conversation with Gaz indicated they were coming through in the morning and so I joined him and the other Rick as we left for Gulgong to join the others. A planned lunch stop at Molong did not provide a suitable venue as they were still showing signs of recent flood damage, so onto Cudal and a local cafe. Our digs for the night were our well used Australia Hotel in Young, home of RT.
Our lunch stop at Cudal. And this was where the other Rick had booked a room along with RickG with whom I was expecting to share a room with. Long story short after gnashing of teeth and I slept on some settee cushions on the floor. A double booking or first in best dressed? Doesn't matter now and two nights in a row of restless sleep.
A short ride the next day as we departed Young and two different routes to proceed to lunch in Tumut. We turned off at Wombat, yes that is the name and onto Harden and then Jugiong and the highway. This was an excellent piece of road with little traffic and those big open sweeping corners with uphill and downhill sections. Once in Harden I stopped to photograph Bill the Bastard, a memorial to a Waler from the Light Horse during WW1. There is a book about him but I don't like the author's style.
Bill the Bastard. A bakery for lunch and an easy ride into Walwa where we were to stay for two nights. It's always a pleasure riding into this part of the country. Something about its location alongside the Murray River with the hills in the distance. There were new owners at the hotel and the place had a new vibe about it. This time I shared a room with the Rick again and had a bed instead of the floor, just for something different. There were slight changes since our last visit which made it a bit more homely. Later the front bar became a bit rowdy as the night progressed and the restaurant began to fill. Bill, the organiser and not the Bastard gave us a rundown on the following days route and our destination for lunch. We were heading into ski country with associated prices in the off season. Meanwhile it was the on again, off again Al and Marie shuffling motos coming out of Bathurst who took our numbers to eight.
The Walwa Hotel. So, on Saturday as everyone raced to get away I was delayed as I remembered at the last moment to grab my camera. Marie was staying behind as the blue K was having starting problems. A slightly cool morning as the sun had not risen to its full height among the valleys and as I was chasing the group I was able to lay into the corners at my own pace. It was just fun. I managed some photos as well and eventually caught Tail End Gaz but dropped off again for more photos. Then came another set of those annoying traffic lights at road works where the group split in two.
This photo does not do justice to the ride along the Murray River. The destination was Bright and the agreed route was a little different for each party. As we approached an intersection with two choices, one said south to Mount Beauty and the other to Wodonga and Talanagatta. Smithy was in front of me and I saw him indicate left whilst the other two decided to turn right. Smithy soon followed and I thought they must have some business in Wodonga or elsewhere, unknown to me. Gaz has recent history for confusing his left and right but I will let him tell that in his own words.
Meanwhile I knew the correct and most direct route was to Mt. Beauty and the turn off to Bright. So I stopped and waited in case they returned. Whilst there I had a chat with Larry the Llama* busily observing
our their confusion.
Go left young TacKler, said Larry the Llama and so I did. It was only about 30kms to the turn off which had one of those big green road signs** pointing to Bright. All this was done by using a map, dead reckoning and route planning. No GPS for this dinosaur, navigation is simplez.
Larry the Lama*. So over the Tawonga Road and stopping at the first lookout there was an impressive view of the town of Mt. Beauty. I chatted to a couple there and watched a few other motos ride by. Not so impressive were the faces of all the cyclists coming up the hill. This road is another gem and well suited to a big single like the Dakar with too many to count slow speed corners which meant I was mostly in third gear.
The town of Mt. Beauty. The group had gathered in two parts in Bright and eventually we joined up and had lunch at the Bright Brewery just in time before the crowd arrived. Good service and quick meals, so one to return to.
Bright Brewery with at least one happy face. So just to keep the theme of confusion going, I continued west with RickG and Bill whilst the others took the Tawonga Road. As the Mt Buffalo detour was a bit to far out of the way we took off for Myrtleford and Beechworth and Rick had a stop planned for the Strawberry winery. The turn off came up quicker than expected and I nearly ran up his clacker as he dived off to the side road. Located amongst what I was going to say were Strawberry trees were in fact not and just normal trees as the winery had that character of most vineyards located amongst the fields that are northern Victoria. Dry and dusty with functionality and a homeliness that one expects from a family business. Bill and Rick tried the wines and liqueur but I found them too sweet for me. I would keep my wallet in my pocket for the following day.
So from here the run back took us over the Hume Weir and past MartinW's old stomping ground where he experienced the wayward upbringing of a teenager joining the Army. We again fell pray to the wonders of technology and the magic of GPS. Whilst heading along a perfectly straight line, well on my map anyway and a looming T intersection, Bill's GPS told him he/we had missed a turn, or a lane to the left. Executing a U turn and backtracking to the amusement of two young lads, we found the correct road and headed down a perfectly ordinary country road then turning right and then slap bang onto a major road north. Hmmm? The mind boggles. Is GPS so stupid that it will override common sense and take one down a slightly different route that is possibly 10 metres shorter? Any time wasted on our part? Of course not...... Answers on the back of a postcard to the usual address please.
A piece of local history. Then there was another very short delay for something similar which turned out to be nothing more than a zig and a zag to get us on track. After crossing the Weir I stopped at a lookout for a quick pit stop and then continued on. Another cracking road as we followed the side of the weir and the mighty Murray River back to Walwa. By myself again I set my own pace and apart from some photo opportunities was the last to arrive home. Feeling a bit knackered I just parked the moto, changed out of my riding gear and decided on an ice cream to rehydrate before joining the others. Fuel could wait till tomorrow.
One of the stops on the return. As it was Saturday, the pub was filling up with families and locals and a quick word from the hotel chef indicated that we would be advised to order our meals at 6:00pm instead of waiting as they were booked heavily that evening. Thank you Christina! Glad that we had made a positive impression on the staff and it is the little things like this that make you want to return. The beer garden was pleasant and later in the evening the other Rick and I traded drams and compared notes.
Sunday was the day we departed and some would be home that night and others not. Gaz, Smithy and the other Rick headed for Taralga whilst RickG and I headed to Rutherglen which is the other side of Wodonga to wine country. Last year this little diversion did not work out for me and Rick had decided to accompany me after some late minute changes. We found the place first time by using a map. A typical winery in amongst the fields, Morris Winery was a family company going back generations with a history or reds and fortified wines. Although I was more interested in their single malts and that was the reason for the diversion. I sampled four whiskies and came away with one and a bottle of Tawny port whilst Rick settled on the ports. Much more to my palette that the strawberry stuff from the day before. As I only had a breakfast in my belly I did not wish to consume too much so early in the day.
The entrance to Morris Winery. Rick knew this area fairly well from days gone by so we weaved and wandered our way across the border and through the major towns along Olympic Way through Wagga and onto Gulgong for the night. A hot and at times windy day but we made good time. We decided to head for Gulgong and to see if we could grab a cabin. Just about there when a big bump caused a slight hiccup for Rick which was later patched up with duct tape. When we arrived we ended up in the same one he stayed in on the way down. Into town for a feed and an early night.
That intersection before Gulgong. You can nearly feel the heat in the photo as the sun begins to set. Next day we decided to get on the road and had breakfast at the bakery at Coolah. A breakfast pie and coffee. Mmmm..
Coolah Pub with the bakery across the road. We took the route over the Liverpool Plains as it was probably shorter but still windy. After a quick stop at Premer to stretch our legs a massive coal train was passing. It did not take long to catch him though.
Premer. This has become a regular stop for me over the years. Refuelling just north of Tamworth, the last time I filled up there was on the Dakar, we were in heavy rain and were heading into a storm but did not quite make it home. Up the hill and we approached Armidale Airport, the Dakar just kept purring away and gave me no reminder of our last time riding past there. A quick stop for a cuppa with Sean in a barebone house and then I continued north. Some fuel for me at Deepwater and then Rick peeled off as he approached home. One more stop for fuel and a slow fuel truck going down the range and I was nearly home.
Just made it home as the light faded and I unpacked the bike but the rest could wait. Glad to be back in my own bed and apart from a a couple of niggles the Dakar performed as expected on such a long trip.
* Actually an Alpaca but that doesn't rhyme with L.
** You know, the ones that are there to make it glaringly obvious to those that don't rely on GPS.