Waking in Waikerie we had a positive vibe. Overnight rain had moved on and everyone was keen to get the bikes off the trailers at some point today and get on with it. Straight out of Waikerie we crossed the Murray on a ferry which was cool. We then continued on to Burra. Nice place Burra, spread out but neat and historical, worth another visit. At Burra we set up for a cook up breakfast on the new barbeque, and the riders kitted up to ride. A small presentation was held in the interest of safety, and Carl fitted up a new set of sonic animal alarms (Shoo Roos!) to the Beemer. Sadly, Carl fitted them up backwards, and they attracted a small kanga as we left!
As the riders kitted up they put extra clothes on, and for good reason. The unseasonable weather from the previous day was hanging around, and it was still cold. So cold, there was even snow at Hallet, which we passed through as we drove on through the Lofty Ranges. No, we did't see snow, but it was brass monkey cold on the bikes!
The country changed as we traveled today; from the irrigated oranges of Waikerie we went up through the Mt Lofty Ranges, which were holding many fields of canola and wheat, and many beauiful historical towns. As we crested through a gap in the ranges west of Wilmington, the Spencer Gulf with Port Augusta was ahead.
Into Port Augusta for lunch and stocking up before three days out in the bush, a few more showers came over us. Port Augusta didn't inspire us, and we were happy to move on. Out towards Iron Knob where we were going to turn right and disapear into the outback, we drove through some 'big sky' country, with wide panoramas and a massive sky overhead. Onwards now, on to our foirst camp...
As Scotty slowed on the Honda we could see him trying the gears and reving the motor, but to no use. The report was that the motor was strong, but no drive was going through to the rear wheel. After some checking and testing at the Eyre Highway turn-off, it was decied - return to Port Augusta. Back to see Champ at Northern Motorcycles, where a new clutch was fitted. The decision was made to stay in PA, as it was way too late for us to go further on. Two cabins were booked at the Big 4 Van Park, and we ate some nice steaks from Mick from Oxenham, with Brown Brothers Red from a 'goon...very fitting the goons for Port Augusta.