Summertime Blues. Eddie Cochran

A pleasant morning dawned with a slight chill. A cup of tea and after packing we hit the twisties towards Jindabyne.

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There a re a lot of KTMs lingering around as their rally starts next week.

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The temperature climbed into the high 30s as we rode across the plains. This area looks a lot like the plains of Wyoming. 

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A bite to eat in Cooma and unloading Trevs Beema from the ute provided the locals with some entertainment.

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The final run to Bega had some great roads down the range. The hot plains caused much sweating as we stopped for roadworks fairly frequently.

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Ants bike has cut out a couple times today so he has started praying to the ear gods.  

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A very warm afternoon ended in a trip to the local RSL for dinner. After purchasing $55 worth of tickets in the meat raffle and getting  379 tickets we won absolutely nothing.  

Back into the mountains tomorrow and some cooler temperatures.  

Say my name. Plumb.

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A very late arrival into Melbourne was greeted by fog. At 8:45 I finally launched in Melbourne's awesome traffic. An hour later finally saw me escape the burbs and score a coffee at Healsville.

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A blast over Black Spur following a quick truck was fun for an hour.

A run up the highway to Mansfield, and some twisties to Whitfield got me to the gravel of Rose River Road. 30 km of great road and a couple of other bikes brought me out at the bottom of Lake Buffalo .

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Myrtlesford, Tallangatta, and Corryong followed in 30 plus degree heat. A rolled log truck 30 km from Corryong enforced a 20 min stop. The final thrash south through Khancoban to the Tom Groggin campsite was magic in the afternoon sun.

A last bit of wheel spin in to the the campsite heralded my arrival. All the usual suspects were in attendance and even breakdown got here at dinner time.

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Trev even managed to forget his own name. 

Good times swimming and around the fire ensued.

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Off to Bega tomorrow.

Waiting on a sunny day. The Boss

I left home under a cloudy sky. Said goodbye to my favourite girls and pointed Dora north.  

A gentle spin up through Mud Walls to the main drag, turn right to Perth, bear left and 250km later I parked in the loading area for the ferry.  

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And waited, and waited and waited. 

Boat, what boat? 

Boat, what boat? 

While I was waiting I got to talking Mick from Nomad Tanks. He worked on the Safari tanks before making his own. Really nice guy with lots of good stories.  

 http://www.nomadtanks.com.au/

 

After 2 hours we finally boarded at 9:30 pm. 

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A flat crossing forecast and no snoring should make for a pleasant cruise to the north island.