Gulgong – Tenterfield

Smoke haze blurs the mountains, but the scenery is still rather lovely.

Smoke haze blurs the mountains, but the scenery is still rather lovely.

This was the last leg of the journey and I wasn’t very keen to get going. It was a warm night last night after a hot day, and this morning it was 26C at 1000 and 29C when I reached Tamworth, where I stopped across from the airport to make myself a cup of coffee. ┬áThere were a couple of Qantas Dash 8s in front of the hangar and a very old F-27 that looks as though it’s used for evacuation training or fire/rescue exercises, but as for aerial activity… zilch, nix, nothing. What’s more, the warm weather brought out those other pesky aviators, flies. I was happy to move on, even though moving on meant getting closer to home.

Some interesting skies.

Some interesting skies.

I wish I had the opportunity to stop and photograph all the clouds that take my eye, but of course it isn’t often possible. Today there was no other traffic just then, and – what a bonus – no trees or ugly buildings in the way.

In Tamworth I encountered the usual P-platers in (mostly) bright, metallic painted cars who just can’t wait to get to the head of the pack. One shot past me on the inside (near-side) lane and made contact with the car in front of me. I only just avoided getting tangled up in it myself. When a stream of traffic is moving at a steady pace why the heck can’t the kid content himself with being part of that stream? There are lots of ways you can make a name for yourself, Junior, without leaving a trail of wreckage behind you, like driving over a cliff, for example.

The sun set on today - and on my fantastic adventure.

The sun set on today – and on my fantastic adventure.

At Guyra I stopped for late lunch, or perhaps it was early dinner? I knew I was delaying the inevitable. As the sun set on today I realised it was also setting on my great adventure and that left me feeling unreasonably miserable yet quite proud that this journey has been completed without Camel or myself coming to grief. We were not kidnapped, nor were we raped or murdered, and we went all the way to WA and back!

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