Our roadside camp proved serviceable; a bit of road noise and train noise, mostly drowned by a bit of snoring.
A little cold overnight; most of us wore trakkies or thermals in our swags. Uncle Gary received an award for his efforts in leaving the dipstick out of the Yamaha after checking the oil in the morning and generally looking the closest of us all in the free sunglasses we got from the pub at Port Augusta.
Back out onto the Stuart Highway and a clear day meant cold conditions for the riders with a strengthening tail/side wind. In the car it was a Neil Young sort of morning so as we pulled on up to Pimba we listened to him and saw out his greatest hits. At Pimba we re-fuelled bikes and warmed up people; the highlight was the coffee. You paid the usual amount of money and they gave you a cup and you made your own.
From Pimba we continued to Glendambo for lunch and more fuel; the sky clouded but also opened up as the scrub gave way to intermittent open plains. Traffic was fair; a mix of trucks and grey nomads. On the horizon as we continued on to Coober Pedy several storms brewed, looking ominous and wet. Brad and Jock got a bit of a drenching but the rest of us came through pretty well.
At Coober we spent over $600 on fuel as we filled all vehicles and the 8 jerry cans of extra fuel that we are carrying to get to Nullarbor via the Anne Beadell. It was getting late and the sun was dropping so we needed to decide to either stay in Coober or push on out the Anne Beadell. We decided to push further with an advance party moving out to find a campsite while the ute and Carl went to finish the shopping. The forward scouts found a good camping spot and lit the fire and the chuck wagon followed on, albeit after dark. All hands on deck to set up swags and peel the spuds to go with Cynthia’s excellent lamb stew. The goon fairy slipped through the group after a couple of rounds of beers and then we were all suddenly surprised by a streaker of all things! Must have been the long day in the saddle, over 570 kilometres covered.
A little cold overnight; most of us wore trakkies or thermals in our swags. Uncle Gary received an award for his efforts in leaving the dipstick out of the Yamaha after checking the oil in the morning and generally looking the closest of us all in the free sunglasses we got from the pub at Port Augusta.
Back out onto the Stuart Highway and a clear day meant cold conditions for the riders with a strengthening tail/side wind. In the car it was a Neil Young sort of morning so as we pulled on up to Pimba we listened to him and saw out his greatest hits. At Pimba we re-fuelled bikes and warmed up people; the highlight was the coffee. You paid the usual amount of money and they gave you a cup and you made your own.
From Pimba we continued to Glendambo for lunch and more fuel; the sky clouded but also opened up as the scrub gave way to intermittent open plains. Traffic was fair; a mix of trucks and grey nomads. On the horizon as we continued on to Coober Pedy several storms brewed, looking ominous and wet. Brad and Jock got a bit of a drenching but the rest of us came through pretty well.
At Coober we spent over $600 on fuel as we filled all vehicles and the 8 jerry cans of extra fuel that we are carrying to get to Nullarbor via the Anne Beadell. It was getting late and the sun was dropping so we needed to decide to either stay in Coober or push on out the Anne Beadell. We decided to push further with an advance party moving out to find a campsite while the ute and Carl went to finish the shopping. The forward scouts found a good camping spot and lit the fire and the chuck wagon followed on, albeit after dark. All hands on deck to set up swags and peel the spuds to go with Cynthia’s excellent lamb stew. The goon fairy slipped through the group after a couple of rounds of beers and then we were all suddenly surprised by a streaker of all things! Must have been the long day in the saddle, over 570 kilometres covered.
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