While the sound of the waterfall was a soothing background sound for the night, it was overpowered at times by the heavy rain falling on my tent. At least this new tent was completely waterproof so I was warm and dry, again, while tucked up inside.
In the morning light I could now see that I was camped right next to the falls, hence their volume during the night. I started to take the walking track down to the bottom of the falls for a look but as soon as I did it began to rain again. This saw me beat a hasty retreat back to the tent.
I used a break in the showers to quickly pack up. There would be no drying the tent before packing it up today but I would sort that out later. For now I just wanted to hit the road and find some food and coffee in Glenn Innes.
Hitting the road to Glenn Innes I found visibility quite limited in thickish fog (more likely cloud down to the ground) and light rain. Level 5 on the heated grips and hiding behind the enormous screen kept me warmish and dry. The shiny, wet tar wasn't much fun on cold knobby tyres so I spent a lot of concentration on staying off the shiny line, just in case. Once out of the fog I stopped to look back at the brooding sky. At least I could see blue sky faaar off to the west.
Looking back to whence I came. Brrrr.Riding into Glenn Innes there were cars and people everywhere. I was going to check out the Australian Standing Stones but as I passed the entrance it looked like they were taking money and the road was lined with cars for kilometres. Some event or other was clearly happening in town this weekend. Trying to find a park in the main street confirmed this, with every park full and the main street a conga line of cars going both ways. WTF!?
I eventually found a spot next to a line of ADV bikes, in front of a new-to-me cafe'. Chatting to the guys it seems they were the large group of ADV riders I passed on the Old Grafton road yesterday. They said "ah, you were the guy flying along the other way" . Lol, I was standing on the pegs and "making progress" at the time but I wouldn't say I was "flying".
I wandered into the cafe', called "The Local" and was greeted by the most cheerful waiter I reckon I have ever met. Taking a seat I grabbed some coffee and breakfast. It seems The Local is dedicated to sourcing local produce from the New England region and providing top notch service. I was mightily impressed with not only the food but the outstanding service they gave on what was clearly an extremely busy day for them. If you are travelling through Glenn Innes another bonus is that The Local is right next to The Great Central Hotel, another excellent food/accommodation option in Glenn. You can't go wrong with either.
While sipping my coffee I perused the BOM website to check out the weather further west. It looked like rain all along the ranges while the forecast (and more importantly, the actual) was for blue skies and mid twenties temperatures out west. I decided to head that way and check out Inverell, a town I hadn't visited since ~1988. The benefit of doing this is that I would be able to dry my tent out at some stage too.
The road to Inverell was quite busy this morning. It was a good stretch of tar that reminded me a lot of the roads around Parkes, NSW. I passed a cute little church in a paddock and decided to turn around for a closer look. It was interesting that the church was inside a farmer's paddock and oriented toward the north-north east i.e. away from the road. Time for some droning...
Rolling again and I was soon in Inverell. I was actually quite surprised at the size of the town and how prosperous the main streets looked. Every building was occupied and the street was packed with parked cars. I found my way around the back of the shopping centre to park on the Macintyre River where I proceeded to unpack my tent and spread it out over a park bench. I also spied a power box on a power pole...on closer inspection it was unlocked AND had several power points inside. This was a great opportunity to multi task as I plugged my drone batteries in for a charge.
Battery charging post
I was originally going to cut across to Guyra but I must have missed the turn and keep tracking south toward Bundarra. It was a pleasant enough ride but I kept getting showered on. This was weird as every time it rained on me I was in full-on, bright sunshine! I could see individual clouds around the place with rain falling from them but every time I got wet I was in the sun! There must have been a stiff breeze pushing the rain away from the clouds it fell from.
I was now tracking for Uralla - somehow - but I didn't want to go that far south as I needed to get through Armidale so I could head out the Ebor road for tonight's camp ground at Point Lookout.
I ended up coming into Armidale from the west on the Budarra rd, another new to me road. I was initially a bit disoriented as I came into Armidale as I hadn't seen it from that direction before! I eventually found the shopping centre and proceeded to buy some supplies for tonight. Two more sausages from the butcher and two ...er... four beers (hey, they were $2 more for 2 more cans) and a top up of fuel for the bike.
I had forgotten how far out the road the Point Lookout turnoff was. The better part of an hour later I was turning east, onto the gravel, to find a spot in Thungutti campground. I had stayed here in 2019 on my last ADV bike ride and found it to be a top notch (for Australia) facility with the added benefit of breathtaking views from Point Lookout.
It was a rather bleak and dreary late afternoon when I arrived. I was pleased to see that there weren't many other campers and even more pleased to see that the spot I camped at two years ago was free, with nobody close by! Score!
Again, I set up quickly (probably Olympic record pace) as it looked like it could rain at any moment. Some guy come over for a chat while I at it. Turns out he was between jobs and was camping because it was cheap and he was basically homeless. We chatted for a bit then I took my leave to ride up to the lookout to see what I could see.
The lookout is about 4 kilometres up the hill and as I climbed the cloud came down to meet me. Bugger! It was clear that I wouldn't be seeing much today. As I arrived in the car park a fellow who was just leaving informed me that there was a nice little fire going in the hiker's shelter. I decided to sit by the fire and read the information boards that line the inside of the shelter for a while. Who knows, the weather may clear....
I decided it was now or never so took the short walk to the lookout. It was spectacular after the very wet last few months with moss and lichen growing abundantly.
Oh well, back to camp then.
I set to work on getting a fire going in my little fireplace. Like last night, no easy task as all the timber was wet from days of rain. I had the company of my new best mate, Mick and a few beers to while the time away so it was actually a pleasant enough afternoon. Two young girls pulled up in a Prado and proceeded to set up camp near me. We all chatted for a while and eventually cooked dinner on the campground bbqs before retiring to my fire to stave off the cold. The girls worked for Sydney Uni as researchers and while clearly intelligent, had opinions that they couldn't back up with life experience. It was like talking to my daughter I thought to myself. Very intelligent, lots of opinions but no experience. I guess we were all there once and it is probably more a reflection of how many times I have been around the sun. Mick seemed like a pretty decent, well educated bloke, just down on his luck at the moment.
This whole Covid bullshit year has brought home to me how easily one can lose their way and find themselves in a tough spot. It began to bucket down again, ruining a nice evening by the fire, so I wished him luck in his job hunt before we all turned in for the night
Day 4
It rained a lot again during the night but again, my little tent was warm and dry. I also slept in this morning, finally getting up at about 0830. I just had a quick apple/museli bar breakfast before packing my gear up. I headed up to the lookout in the hope of a view but it was just like looking at the inside of a ping pong ball again.
I had fun on the road out as it was damp but really good gravel, unleashing a lot of the 94 ponies onto the rear Bridgestone. Controlled standing drifts - just like Toby Price....well, in my head anyway.
I got myself into Armidale pronto and went in search of a coffee shop for a breakfast and planning session. It was actually pretty difficult to fine one on a Sunday morning. Perhaps I was looking in the wrong place. Anyway, I eventually found Era Espresso which conveniently had a tree directly opposite it....so out came the wet tent and got the clothesline treatment...in the middle of the main street of Armidale.
At least I could keep a good eye on it while I ate.
It is always a boring ride across to Walcha but must be done if a rider wants to access the mighty Oxley Highway or Thunderebolt's Way. A quick look around a very quiet Walcha and I spied this metal art shop. It was closed but I got a couple of photos through the window. This is one very talented individual!
