Day: 117
Date: Monday, 26 October 2020
Start: Hay
Finish: Narrandera
Daily Kilometres: 174 (click for Julie's Strava and photos)
Total Kilometres: 12368
Weather: Cold, windy, overcast and raining
Accommodation: Motel
Nutrition:
Breakfast: Trail mix
Lunch: Pie/Chico roll
Dinner: Pizza, vanilla slice
Aches: Nothing significant
Highlight: Hot showers in our motel room after nearly eleven hours of riding in freezing wet conditions.
Lowlight: Riding along the highway in the morning, we startled some emus, one on one side of the road and four on the other. They were hemmed in by fences, so began running along through the roadside vegetation trying to stay in front of us for nearly a kilometre, when a car followed by an eighteen-wheeler approached from the other direction. At this point, the lone emu decided it wanted to cross the road to its mates, right in front of the car, which despite braking, hit it hard. We dodged bits of emu and bits of car fender as they hit the road in front of us. The emu was killed outright and the car was damaged, but not immobilised. We cycled on.
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Map and Position: Click here for Google Map
Journal:
The weather forecast was not good for our planned 170km day - headwinds, cold temperatures and showers. As it turned out, it wasn't completely accurate. Instead of showers we had almost continuous rain!
We left in darkness and rain at 4:45am, to give us some buffer time to reach our destination, Narrandera, in case the going was very slow. After an hour, the sky gradually lightened to reveal very wet flat grazing land, with a line of trees off to the left, marking the course of the Murrumbidgee River. We made our first stop at a highway rest area around 6:45am and ate breakfast at a sheltered, but wind-exposed, picnic table. We were both cold and added another layer beneath our rainjackets before continuing on.
The rain stopped for a little while, giving brief hope that we might warm up, but soon it returned and continued all the way to Narrandera. After another couple of hours riding, during which we witnessed (and perhaps, caused) the demise of an emu (see above), we stopped at another picnic shelter for a break. We needed the rest and to get out of the rain, but were both wet and shivering in the cold wind, so didn't hang around for too long, keen to get to our next stop, a service station where we planned to get lunch and get warm.
That hour and a half passed slowly, and I spent a considerable part of that time questioning my reasons for subjecting us both to this wet and cold misery. It was not fun, and I knew the forecast for the next few days was for more of the same. My answer was that it is just one day in our lives, that once we get warm and dry it won't seem so bad, and that it is an experience. But, at the time, this reasoning was cold comfort.
Eventually, we reached the small service station and persuaded the proprietress to let us eat our purchased lunch inside at the tables (reserved for truck drivers only). It wasn't heated, but at least it was out of the wind and rain. Julie's face was literally blue as she hugged her hot chocolate, trying to warm her body, and we were both still shivering, shaking the table as we ate.
Nevertheless, we didn't wait there. We just wanted to get to Narrandera, 59km away, and to our motel room to doff our wet gear and get warm. We set off into the continuing rain and headwind along the puddled highway, cringing for an icy blast as each eighteen-wheeler passed. Nearer Narrandera, the countryside became a little hilly and there were more trees, as well as some orchards and vineyards. We had a very brief stop at another picnic shelter with 15km to go, then rode into the historic, but very wet, Narrandera at 3:30pm. By 4pm we were both showered and in dry clothes, satisfied with our day's effort, but not relishing the thought of a repeat tomorrow.
Julie put our wet gear in a drier, we dialled the room heater up to its maximum, and later bought take-out pizza for dinner.