We stayed 3 days at Mount Moffat, enjoying Greg’s company, exploring the beautiful surroundings, washing and catching up on bike maintenance. I was keen to explore the park and also help Susie find her sand legs. So I unloaded the bikes and planned a day riding on the many tracks and roads that run through the park. This meant we had to pass over the sandy patch several times. Great practice for Susie. I let the tyres down, we went through the principals of riding through sand again; Look where you want to go, steady acceleration. weight to the rear, stand up and let the bike move as it will
and go for it. Susie nailed it!. In fact, I think she was smoother than me. Mind you, I always find it difficult riding at someones else’s pace rather than my own.
Over the next few days our journey north took us through towns such as Rollstone. We stayed in a very cramped and noisy caravan park. The Grey Nomads were running wild! The food at the pub was sensational and the pub with in walking distance. We were in a park so we decided to wash our bike clothes. Might as well take full advantage of the laundry. So we washed. We went to the drier to discover it full of wet work clothes but not actually doing anything. I waited and I waited, not wanting to be rude and push into the drier cue. For more then 30 mins i waited and watched for the owner of the work clothes in the unmoving drier. Eventually I removed the wet clothes, put my coins and clothes into dry. I decided to stick around so I could explain myself to the owner of the work wear I’d shifted and make sure we ended up with the right clothes. Next thing this big dude marches in and starts to try open the door of drier while it was going. I notice he has a confused look on his face so i move into the laundry and start to explain. I see a look of anger come into his eyes. I use my position in the room to full advantage, he was basically trapped in a corner. I look him in the eyes and peacefully but assertively state my case. He is pissed. I offer to put his drier on as soon as ours is finished but require him to give me the money it will take. I refuse in a respectful but in a firm way say that I was happy to assist but state my boundaries clearly. Anyway, the unhappy fella took his clothes and went. I felt like I had just avoided a violet situation. I didn’t know but Susie had heard the encounter from the toliets. She was ready to come in swinging as she suspected that it might get ugly. I felt good and strong standing ground with enough confidence and using non violent communications avoided physical contact.
The next night we made sure that we bush camped for the peace. We were about 20 km south of the Gem town of Anakee. We’d just got the Bivie up and dinner cooked when a distant rumble evolved into a cacophony of sound. We’d made camp near a train line and a huge coal trains rumbled past. Thankfully it didn’t go on all night, only one more train passed by during the wee hours of morning. camp one night down a little side road near Anakee.
Here is our Bivie home this time tied between the two bikes.
Nice hot little fire too. Some our our hard Acacia species of trees produce very dense timber. The gnarly wood certainly packs out the BTU’s when ignited.
My uncle has been forsaking for gem stones for many years. Being so close to the gem field we decided to do the tourist thing and called into Pats Gems at Rubyvale. We had coffee and cake, sorted through some buckets of wash and found some pretty rocks for the nieces and nephews.
The road north of Ruby vale was beautiful windy and quite. We stopped for lunch, more salad wraps in Theresa creek. We hit the Gregory Development road again at Clermont