Small home big backyard Mt Moffat and Northwards

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

Theresa creek

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Small Home Big Backyard Kandanga Onwards

We explored around Nathan gorge the next morning and had a pretty fun ride into Taroom we stocked up in Taroom with feul and food. Ran into a big group of adventure bikes, said gidday but didn’t know any of them. Some nicely set up bikes in the group. We then high tailed it onto Injune. We were going to stay in the caravan park which looks more like a fly in fly out work camp. Probably cause that is what the Injune caravan park almost is. We camped by a billabong just next door and used the great facilities at the camp. Gee thanks mining company! I tried fishing in the Billabong with no luck.

From Injune our plan was to head to Mt Moffatt National Park. One of Susies ex outward bound colleges is the ranger there and its a place I have always wanted to go.

Early start for a change and leaving Injune we headed up the ForFar Road to Mount Moffatt. Really good riding with changing soil and surfaces. The plants and rocks all had me captivated when I could take my eyes off the road. The bikes are going great and all is good with the world. Things got more and more sandy as we approached entered the National Park found the track to the rangers station.

One stretch was pretty sandy. It took us over an hour to travel just a few kilometres. Hats off to Susie, getting used to sand on a DR (a big bike for Susie) with a heavy load is not easy. To her credit she kept going and going. I think seven times she had a little rest.
Photos? No one told me the Go Pro wouldn’t write to a 64gig card at the time. New firmware makes this possible. I used the 64gig card all the way to Cooktown…..result no footage.

My thoughts on Mount Moffatt are probably best kept for a plant nerd forum. Im a plant nerd. We were spoilt and got to tour around with the ranger. Greg took us to a tableland over 1000m above sea level it was a weird Basaltic cap with a species of tree that normally occurs in NSW. Silvertopped Striggybarks. These guy were monsters 30m+.
I also got to see Squatter pidgins for the first time too.

The Cathedrals

Ancient Rock Art.

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From Kandanga to Cairns

Susie and I began our journey on the 5th of June 2013.

I had quit my job and packed up my possessions ready for a life on the road.
This is it, we are commencing the Ozzie leg of the Journey. I have done a fair few kilometres touring around Australia however, I felt that I really needed to cross off a few of the must see places, roads and tracks to ride in Australia before heading overseas. Cape York, Uluru, the Kimberleys, Broome and the West Australian Coastline with a few Ozzy deserts thrown in. My flight and freight for the Bike is booked for the 15th of October, so better hit the road to see Australia.

Day 1

It was drizzling as we left around one in the afternoon. A late start but we had
worked on the bikes late into the night and needed to prepare Susie’s house for our absence.

Joe Brazier from Jebtec was of great assistance with the bikes. Joe help us sort out our lights and wire up some Vision X Led’s to cure Susies night blindness and increase our visibility on the dusty roads of Cape York.

With such a late start and wet conditions we took the Mary Valley highway north, then the Wide Bay Highway and turned off through Woolooga.

It was dark by the time we got to Biggeden. Crusing past the pub a noticed a familar KLR. “That looks like Jocks bike”, I said to Susie. Sure enough, it was!

We dinned at the pub, shared a few drinks and laughs and watched the first game of the State Of Origin. We made camp at the caravan park where Jock was staying. During the night over a few rums, we made plans to ride out the next day via Paradise Dam and Jocks bush block.

All up we’d covered 152KM for our first day on the road.

Day 2

Jock road with us and showed us some lovely back roads as we headed towards Paradise dam. We also had a look at Jocks new block.

Jock left us after a nice coffee at Paradise dam cafe.
Susie and I made our way to Gayndah.
Salad wraps for lunch by the Burnett River. We purchased some fresh citrus from a road side stall, the area is famous for citrus and Maderines are great travelling food. We also noticed the number of young back packers hanging around waiting for work picking the local crops. Recent floods have knocked agriculture around and there wasn’t much work around. We also noticed the amount of litter in the rest area. Sad
From Gayndah we kept heading in a North Westerly direction eventually arriving in Cracow.

Cracow is nearly a ghost town. There are only 40 perminate residents, the only open business is the famous Cracow pub.
The pub is a must see. Cracow was once a booming mining town. The mines have started back up however the mine camp is a town unto itself located just out of town. Fly in Fly out mining dose nothing for the local towns. In fact i think it sends the communities backwards.
There is a local museum in Cracow that has an excellent free camping area. We took advantage of this and made camp.

After dinner I played a bit of Didgeroo. Shortly after I had stopped a young fella came up and asked, “Did you hear that Didge”.
“Yep, it was me” I responded.
Next minute we were jamming, laughing and having a ball. Night two and two parties already.
There is a lot to be said for the life of a gypsy!

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Small Home Big Backyard,Adventure on Two Wheels

Life is to short not to live your dream.


My home is my Suzuki DR650.
My furnishings are Andystraz luggage and camping gear. My address is variable and often changes daily. Under my Bivie is my home.

my home

Adventure with me as I live my dream of overland motorcycle travel.


I prefer to take the back roads off the tourist path, to meet the real people not the resort staff. I prefer to camp rather than 5 star it.

So come on, jump aboard and journey with me!

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Hello world!

Welcome to Adventure Riders Blogs .

This is my first ever blogging experience. Aside from busting my blogging cherry, today is  a day of celebration for me. After six months of no licence I was finally able to jump on Betty and ride.

Riding for me is not just about getting to a place. Moving through space, manipulating the laws of physics to determine my direction creates a sense of presence in me. Being present is the ultimate connection to ourselves, others and the world around us.

Not having independence and freedom was tough during my suspended period. I felt a bit numb and like I was missing some of my usual zest for life.  Made me think about how hard it would be if I was incapacitated in some way and could continue doing the things that I love.

Betty is my bike. She is a little over weight. Her curves and inner beauty brings is hard to ignore. Solidity defines her character. She is always up for a journey and doesn’t mind getting dirty. She has never missed a beat during the 51,000km we have travelled  together since I rode her away from the dealers  December ’10. Betty was a flirt. As a Demo her job to transform the interested punter to the converted devotee to her kind. Her charms worked on me.

cheers for NOW Ted


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