Migela – Mount Garnet 410k’s
The last five days we hooked along on our alloy machines, with only Terry to keep me company made our sleeping bag warmer at night. No I mean um…. ? Ok We turned seven days riding into five. It was mostly flat meaning there were no ranges but gradually climbing all the way, in the end of the day means pain.
We’ve change our tatics a little bit, starting early with jackets, gloves and leggings then settle in for breaky a few hours latter. Dingos have been serinadeing us within a hundred meters, emus, boars and black cockatoos to add to the litter.
After a sweet 45k’s we pulled in to the head of the Burdekin River, we meet Ted Lingard who had started from Cooktown the same day we left from Kilarney. He was packing two horses and a heap of gear. Sadly his pack horse laid down on him (had the shits and wouldn’t eat), which has ended his great adventure 4000k’s short. Terry and myself wish him all the best in his future adventures as the old saying goes “get back on your horse”
Since arriving early into Garnet, we are having our rest day and awaiting the arrival of the Cairns – Karumba bike riders to sink many ales and catch up with old acquaintances. One line Terry’s been hanging to use is “come back and tell us about it when you have a couple thousand k’s under your belt”.
