The boat trip was flat fairly and un-eventful. That call at 5:30 always brings a smile! At least I looked better (I think) than those souls who tried to sleep in the chairs.
Getting out of Dodge was much easier than expected. Being a public holiday the traffic was lighter and two turns off the boat saw me on the freeway to Geelong. The hand throttle worked a treat as I rolled down the near empty roads to pick up my seat cover.
Lee was still at home and he fitted up the cover. Dora looks the part with her new wooly frock.
A breakfast stop at Torquay saw the temperature starting to rise. The southerly breeze did its best to cool things as the Great Ocean Road opened up before me.
Unfortunately it opened up for everyone and speeds sat between 45-55 kmh. Lucky there was lots to look at.
Lorne looked like a Sunday session in full swing rather than a Monday morning. I didn't stop.
I arrived at Wye River just before midday. The place was packed with people getting ready to head back to the big smoke. With an hour or so to kill I continued on to Apollo Bay for a ride.
On my return, Wye River had calmed considerably and I booked into a nice spot next to the river.
Camp erected (7 minutes) and the beach provided a chance to cool down and wash away a little sweat.
There is a drop-bear perched menacingly in the tree next to me. Hopefully a tourist will fall victim to it before I go to bed.