Day 540 | Basham Beach Regional Park: I can hear the surf
93 km | zzOz total: 17,123 km
Last night, in being visited by a series of large and/or extremely ugly dogs that were accompanying stocky proportioned runners, I came to the conclusion it wasn’t the very best of camping sites.
I had known I couldn’t go much further, the bike path was about to run to its conclusion and from there a camping spot would be considerably more problematic.
I had stopped and chatted to another Kiwi, Aaron, here 30 years, but no longer with the woman who was the original reason for his transition to this particular region of the world, and told him I might just camp behind that bush, he helped me get the bike over the horse, but not motorcycle, friendly low gate and into the park from the bike trail.
Today I met the two people riding the extensively kitted out tandem I’d seen lassoed to a bike structure in Rundell Street last week. They had a Bob and were heading, now, towards the Mawson Trail. They’d just left Kangaroo Island after a quick whizz around. I found out a few things about tandems, they are obviously more social than separate bikes, they go up hills slower but bomb down considerably faster, on the flat you can really make pace.
It’s these little encounters, great motivated people, a short fun exchange, that really make a bike trip. I just haven’t met too many cyclists in my travels: Rodney on the first bit of the Mawson, but I have to go back to Mt Isa to Adam. There’s been about 7 cyclists in 18 months.
I might encounter a few more in these more populated parts, then again I’m off on the wrong side of the Murray River tomorrow.
Back to solitude.