Flinders Ranges Trip 2025 - The Ride Day 1

 

We were up early this morning to get a jump on today as it was going to be one of the bigger days on this ride at just on 450 kilometres. Not a huge day but with some dirt roads and plenty of stops for photos it would take long enough.

We departed under gloomy skies that threatened rain but thankfully it held out. There was a strong, cold wind blowing from the south that made the first few hours riding a little less enjoyable, especially as the first three hundred kilometres was straight sealed road. The boredom let one's mind exaggerate the cold so we stopped a few times to take photos. The first was at the New South Wales/South Australia border crossing in the little hamlet of  Cockburn. This was probably once an important railway/border crossing town but now the world simply blows by it.

At least the sun was shining in South Australia. 

A little further into South Australia we stopped at the next railway platform town, Manna Hill. Where the hill was, we were not sure but there was a cute little railway station that we took a quick look at.

A further 44km down the road was our first fuel stop at Yunta. There isn't much at Yunta but it is bigger than any other town we had ridden through so far. We stopped for fuel, a sandwich and a pretty average coffee. Thats two for two shit coffees in Yunta - three years apart - even though we were at the other service station this time!

After a break in Yunta we pushed on westwards to Peterborough. The countryside slowly began to change from the flat plains to some rolling hills.

Arriving in Peterborough we were just too early for the pub to be open. So we had a look at the steam train in the park, then pressed on. Rail was obviously a big part of the lifeline to these small towns a century or so ago.

The pub with no beer (for us 'cause we were too early!)

Gladstone was the next stop on our journey. 

We skirted the edge of Jamestown, well, we were going to but the main street looked so inviting we took a quick ride down one side and back out the other, onto the Gladstone road. Rolling into Gladstone we noticed the very imposing Gladstone Goal off to our right and had to take a look. It's huge compound walls were all made out of sandstone - very well made in fact, but the goal itself had been closed for decades. It would have been interesting to have a walk around inside but unfortunately it was closed.

A quick scoot around the town centre and we ascertained that there was only one pub open, so we parked up for beer. Probably not a well earned one for we hadn't done anything to earn it but stuff it - we were on holidays!

It was nice to sit in the sun for a while as it was still blowing a stiff, cold wind from the south. Watching the numpties negotiate the roundabout/monument in front of us was good entertainment as well! We wondered how many times it had been knocked over in the past....

We crossed the very southern end of the Flinders Ranges now to get across to the Spencer Gulf, bypassing Port Pirie and calling into the little seaside town of Port Germain for a look around. There wasn't much happening here so after a quick look at the old lighthouse and pier we were off again.

We would be hitting our first bit of dirt just out of Port Germain as we made our way to the Bridle Track. I had ridden this fun little bit of dirt a couple of times in 2022 and now I wanted Steve to enjoy the challenge and the views.

Steve hasn't done much off road riding so he was a bit nervous as we hit the dirt (not literally!) but having the helmet comms I was able to annoy the shit out of him errr.....coach him along but it wasn't really necessary as this entrance track was in much better condition than it was three years ago. The trickier bit was about to come.

We stopped part way up the climb as I wanted to get a couple of drone shots as the view slowly expanded and to give Steve some time to adjust to the slightly more challenging riding.

There is a short, steep rocky pinch climb that goes for maybe eighty metres that I worded Steve up for. He waited at the base while I climbed it and with the comms I was able to let him know it was in excellent condition. He shouldn't have any problem....and he didn't because as you can see in the next photo he was strolling around at the top taking photos in no time at all! 

The steep pinch pops up where you can see the track above Steve's head. 

We stopped at the top for quite a while, taking in the three hundred and sixty degree views over the Spencer Gulf and the farm lands to the north, east and south. (I apologise for the quality of some of these photos - they are screen grabs from the drone video that I hope to edit into something in the future)

One thing that was abundantly clear this trip was how dry it was. South Australia is in the grip of drought. It was a very different scene when I was here with Andy three years ago....it is hard to beleive this is the same spot as the three photos above!

Time to get going again. It wasn't very far to our overnight stay though so we rode quite slowly, taking in the views.

There were a few gates to open so we took it in turns.

All too soon we were at our accommodation for the night, the Mt Remarkable Hotel in Melrose. It was only around 3pm and our rooms weren't ready so the publican shouted us a beer and we sat in the afternoon sun letting the awesome day's riding soak in.

Pirate Life Stout on tap here.....mmmmmm

Once we were able to get into our rooms and get changed we went for a stroll around Melrose which is a very pretty little town, nestled under the imposing shadow of Mt Remarkable.

We had the first of several chicken parmigana dinners for the trip and turned in pretty early. It had been a great first day on the bikes and it was only going to get betttererer!

Cheers.

Day 2 here.

Flinders Ranges Trip 2025 - The Prologue

 

After months of low level preparation my two weeks leave had finally rolled around and it was time to set off for the Flinders Ranges!

The Desert X had been for a visit to Desmo HQ in Byron Bay for a pair of front brake discs to replace the warped standard ones (that my local ex dealer wouldn't even look at under warranty for me). They also threw a new chain and sprockets on while it was there.

Our plan for the trip was to trailer our bikes out to Broken Hill. Why I hear you ask? Well, I have done the inland roads of central New South Wales a million times and spending two full days droning along 1700 kilometres just to get to Broken Hill had zero appeal, not to mention the life it would take out of the tyres.

So I hit the road at 0520am....in the pishing rain! Did I mention that it hasn't stopped raining here in Brisbane all year? No? Well it hasn't and I could barely see for the first twenty kilometres or so but thankfully the roads were pretty deserted at 0520 on ANZAC day.

In fact, the roads were deserted for pretty much the whole 849 kilometre drive to Dubbo, so it was a good quick trip.

I rolled into Dubbo nice and early at about 3pm and checked into the motel. I quickly unloaded my bike and went for a look around town. I lived in Dubbo for four years in the mid to late 1990s so it was interesting to see how much it had grown. 

I called Steve via the Cardo helmet comms (how good are these things?!!) and he said he was only about thirty minutes away. I then proceeded to tool around east Dubbo and wandered out the Wellington road ten kilometres or so to wait for him. It wasn't long before a very bright headlight came around the corner and I could see it was a black Africa Twin. Not sure who the dude was riding it though because the bloke was wearing a grey suit. I powered off to catch up and I could see by the rego plate that it was in fact Steve. New gear, eh?!

I rang him again and he suggested we pull into the brewery on the road into town. 

A brewery? Here in Dubbo?!! 

"Sure, why not" was the obvious answer!

Jumping off the bikes I admired Steve's fancy new ADV suit. Along with his Tech 7 Enduro boots he really did have all the gear!

I must say, I was pleasantly surprised at how nice Devils Hollow brewery was on a warm Friday afternoon. We had nothing like this when I lived here and venues/facilities like these definitely help to retain good people in the "smaller" regional areas. (Dubbo is actually about 55 000 now, up from the ~35 000 25 years ago!)

A couple of quick beers + some takeaways and we were off to the motel to load the bikes onto the trailer, ready for an early start tomorrow. Dinner at the R.S.L. seemed appropriate on ANZAC day and despite being busy it was quick and tasty.

Next morning we were up early and hit the road westward. It was soo nice not to be driving into the rising sun and soon we were through Narromine and on to Nyngan. From Nyngan the skies darkened and we encountered some decent rain.......plus the highway patrol....no conversation was entered into though!

Enough to have several inches of water running over the road at the many causeways along the road. Very unusual for out here!

 Cobar was wet but the main street was very busy. We didn't stop there....

Once we got west of Cobar we were astonished at the number of wild goats along the roadside. There were tens of thousands of them over the next 454 kilometres to Broken Hill! We were constantly slowing down for them then having to accelerate again. After a while it became very noticeable that while there were hundreds of dead kangaroos along the road there were no goats. Yep, the goats were far smarter than the indigenous wildlife (no big surprise I guess) so we only slowed for the goats that were right on the road verge from here on in. That certainly cut down on the anxiety!

We stopped for a rest break and when we got going I had the drone follow us for a few kilometres while Steve drove. We got some interesting shots of the nothingness that is western NSW....plus some unexpected shots of a few of the MANY goats.

Goats sneaking under the fence.

Wilcannia came and went without a stop. Eventually we rolled into Broken Hill at about 4pm. We headed straight to the caravan park to check in. We were staying at a caravan park so as to leave the car somewhere relatively safe for the next week or so.

We unloaded the bikes and our gear into our cabin then went for a drive into town to look around and to find some dinner. The main street was eerily deserted as we wandered around. We grabbed a beer in the Palace Hotel (as apperaed in the movie Pricilla Queen Of The Desert) and checked out the murals that decorated the walls and ceilings.

Sorry for the poor quality phone camera shot. I was huge so was very hard to photograph. 

Wandering back down the street we thought the Astra Hotel looked ok for dinner so we settled in for a feed and drink.

Then it was back to the cabin to prepare our gear for riding off tomorrow. I had a plan for tomorrow's ride but the days after that....? Lets just see.....

Cheers.

Sneaking Orff

Work can go hang….. its time to go ride……

Where oh where are we off to……?

Stay tuned….😉

GoodnessGravel Glen Innes 2025

I have been trying to regain some fitness and hopefully shed some of these damn Covid kilograms that I have been lugging around for the last ~ 5 years. (5 years?!!🤯)

 

To this end I have been trying to get some consistent cycling action happening as observed by our recent Derby mtbing trip.  Of course,  another side of the equation is the "fueling" that occurs.... and Derby was definitely a case of "over fuelling" - well, in my defense it was a holiday too. 😉

But I digress. Partly inspired by my brother's training regime where he is cycling and swimming regularly (and has lost 10+ kilograms! Go Bro!) I have declared Alcohol Free April which should subtract a sizeable calorific intake from where it has been of late.  Apart from the loss of calories,  it has the obvious added benefits of not only leaving those beer credits in my wallet but I feel heaps better for it. 

Win WIN!

I also decided that I need to get back to the old (stupid) me.  The stupid me would work all week then drive somewhere far away to ride my bicycle a stupidly long distance - for no other reason than to see if I could do it. 

I did actually derive some sort of joy out of doing so.  

Not just the mind over matter stuff but the "being out there in the environment" fed my soul - the soul that Covid and my government's over reaction to it had killed. 

It has been raining a LOT in Brisbane this year which is making mtbing a dirty pastime, not to mention the damage to the trails.  Getting away from Brisbane makes sense so when I stumbled across a gravel riding series called GoodnessGravel I thought I had better investigate further. These guys started the series because they couldn't travel overseas during Covid, so turned to riding their bikes in long loops out of quiet country towns in NSW instead. Over the last few years they have built quite a following with the added benefit that all of these riders bring to the small towns that host the rides.

I saw that the next ride was coming up in a few weeks up on the Range at Glen Innes.  I managed a couple of longer rides into the city in the weeks prior to see if I was indeed capable of riding any sort of distance any more and was pleased to see that I could ride at least 50km and still function.

I had a four day work trip immediately prior to the ride so I loaded my bike and all of my gear into the car. That way if I decided that the weather looked good and I didn’t feel too flogged from work I would head straight from work on the Friday afternoon to Glen Innes. By the Wednesday I decided that it was a goer so paid my money and committed to the ride. Unfortunately there was no accomodation left in Glen Innes (see, these things are good for the local economy) but I managed to book a cheap motel in Tenterfield. I would just have to get up early to drive the remaining 100 kilometres to Glen Innes on the Saturday morning.

Up at 5am, I was into the car and knocked out the drive easily to arrive a bit after 6am. I found the showgrounds where the event was being held and quickly set my bike up. 

I had given the bike a bit of a birthday in the weeks prior with a damn good clean and a full brake bleed. It turns out that after owning the bike since 2018 and having pedalled just over 10 000km on it, I had never bled the brakes. Check the below photo for the new Dot 4 versus the colour of the apple juice that came out!

People were arriving and before long it was time to go. 

The riders doing the 125km course were first to start.

Then us 75km riders lined up and pedalled off five minutes later. There was also a 35km riders ride that departed at 0830. 

I sat at the back of the group and pedalled off slowly. I wasn’t sure how I would handle my lack of fitness with the added bonus of being at 3500ft (1100m) above sea level. Yes, slowly to warm up was a good idea.

My idea of slow and others idea of slow must be different because I passed a stack of riders in the first two or three kilometres as we left town. Heading east, we were riding into a pretty stiff headwind which made progress relatively slow but I soon slipped into a steady pace that I felt comfortable that I could hold.

We had quite a bit of sealed road initially which, given the headwind, I was fine with. I was still slowly reeling in riders but only every ten minutes or so now. The pack had thinned right out. 

Once we hit the gravel roads I instantly felt more relaxed. Less chance of traffic encounters and just much more interesting/challenging riding to take the mind off things. I realised I find (sealed) road riding so boring along here.

The event had a photographer who popped up here and there. His first appearance was along the gravel section just after a long steady climb. I was feeling good and gave the “ok” sign but he must have hit the shutter release a few milliseconds before I got it straightened out. 🙄😆

I had been riding solo for quite a while and had climbed up to around the high point on our course at 4000ft (1200m). 

I sped along a sealed section, with that wind now as a tailwind, into the little hamlet of Red Range. The organisers had set up a rest stop here at the 32km point which was peopled by some local ladies. 

The food selection was huge. There were Cliff bars, energy gels, bananas, donuts, energy drinks and of course water.

 

I already had my own banana in my jersey pocket as I like to be self sufficient but I did top my water bottle up and took them up on the offer of a donut.

As I pedalled off a couple had done the same not ten metres in front of me. I pedalled easily with the tailwind thinking they would pull away from me as they both looked pretty fit. I was a bit surprised that I was sticking with them and after a kilometre or so I shouted out that I hoped they didn’t mind me tagging on. (Tacking on and slipstreaming from other riders without asking is bad form in the cycling world. This is because you are basically getting a free ride as the leader breaks the wind and has to work much harder than the following riders) They said “yeah, no problem” so I sat on their tail.

We were making good time when we turned off onto gravel road again and we began riding side by side. Chatting, I found they were a couple from Armidale who were doing their first gravel ride on bikes they had borrowed from friends. Being avid roadies and mtbers they were loving it (and their Specialized bikes). 

The lovely couple from Armidale. 

We ended up riding the last 42km or so to the finish together. The second half of the ride just flew by as we chatted and I mentioned the Tour Divide Race to them, explaining what it was and suggesting they watch Ride The Divide to see what it looked like. (Knowing full well that that movie is responsible for getting so many people hooked into The Divide Race😏) The husband (sorry guys, I’m terrible with names) said he definitely would check it out as it sounded like something he would be keen on.

Anyway, we soon rolled back into town as the last ~10km was downhill with a tailwind.

I peeled off towards my car as we entered the Showgrounds gates and the other two went left, still rolling fast. I assumed that they were parked or camped down there. What I didn’t realise was that we were supposed to ride back around to the entrance to the parade ring inside the central oval. Here we would be given a completion pin, a ticket for a free sausage sandwich and a choice of a free alcohol-free beer.

I had packed my bike back into the car, got changed, stretched a bit, bought a steak sandwich from the bbq tent and went to sit on the grass near the start line. I was thinking “I wonder if I should let someone know I finished and I’m back” when I noticed people finishing on the parade ring and being handed all the things I just mentioned above!

I wandered over to the ladies manning the finish line and asked if I was supposed to ride through here. They said yes, if I wanted the finishers schwag. Seeing as I was standing there they loaded me up with it all. The pin and the free sausage sandwich I could take or leave but what was this Heaps Normal beer? I had actually seen it in a supermarket during the week (we can’t buy alcohol in supermarkets here in Australia) so knew it was alcohol free but they were asking full beer prices for it so I didn’t buy any. Here, I had the chance to try it for free!

And try it I did! Plonking myself on the grass, I washed down the steak sandwich with it. I was very pleasantly surprised to note that it tasted exactly like an IPA!

Nice!

So, while not a huge ride I had completed the 75 kilometres in a smidge over three hours. Considering that I’m not particularly fit and the route was all between 3000 and 4000ft above sea level I was happy with that. I was just starting to get some small niggles in the legs on the climbs toward the end but I was riding pretty hard to keep up with the couple from Armidale. I noticed some sustained 162 bpm on my Garmin which is too high for me at the moment so I backed of a bit to bring my heart rate down into the mid 150s which felt more do-able. And in hindsight sight the couple didn’t get away from me so they must have backed off as well….

I didn’t hang around much longer as I had an almost five hour drive to get home but I was glad I came to check out this GravelGoodness thing. I am seriously contemplating doing their next event. It is even further away so I had better sign up for the big distance next time. 😉

Cheers.

*All of the watermarked photos are by Outer Image photography.  Thanks in advance for providing us with quality images of the day!