Day 14
Arise to a beautiful
morning – sun shining – warm delightful – Tom has a special message for the “Barnie
Riders” - “I feel so sorry for you poor
guys – fancy having to wear your winter woollies - Time to move north” says he.
Off he heads
towards Warren – not so long today – only 95ks – he looks at the weather – damm! –
the wind is from the north at 20kph.
Tom heads out along the Henry Parkes Highway.
I follow along with the now compliant van - she follows the bike with great enthusiasm!
First pass the old hotel in Tottenham - a relic of the past - now of a size, like the catholic church in Tullamore, that is more appropriate to bygone days.
Then past the sign telling us that we are still on the Bogan Way
Oh dear - this road is busy - busy – glad it only a short distance to his turnoff to pick up Tabratong Crossing Road.
The weather is warm – the sky covered with light cloud generously broken to allow the sun to filter through - road is straight and relative wide – the traffic is light and courteous – if only the wind was coming from the opposite direction.
Catch up with
Tom 15k out of Tottenham
Push on to meet him at a suitable lunch spot – the reality is that along this straight, smooth, flat road there are not that many “suitable” lunch stops – pass the first of the large cotton fields – the new irrigation channel cross the road and cross the road again.
Finally decide on lunch at another turn off about half
way to Warren - Wait for Tom - Sit
in the car – wander around – hardly a car or truck passes – when a ute passes
me he stops – he looks disappointed when I say “I’m ok” – clearly the locals
get lonely from time to time.
Onwards towards
Nevertire – the road still good, wide and quiet! – the wind still in Tom’s face
– approach Nevertire – obviously grain is as important as cotton around here!
Nevertire is
true a “Tiny Town” but nevertheless it is an absolutely remarkable place since
it can fit 103 people into a space two bricks wide!
The northern
entrance sign to Nevertire – just two brick away from the southern entrance
sign
Back out on the Oxley Highway – now the this is a serious road – lots of traffic – lots of road-trains hauling cotton – only 19ks to go to Warren so the traffic is tolerable.
Pass the cotton
fields and gins of greater Warren
Start humming to myself - “Oh Lordie – Pick a bale of cotton”
Into Warren –
healthy looking place! –
Relax – set up the van – again she is well behaved – I
suspect she knows that bike will not arrive until she is all set up! - Tom arrives
– the bike and the van snuggle up.
Tom uploads his day's data and heads off for a nanna nap - a rest day tomorrow!
I remember going through Warren when I worked for the dept of Health in IT. Bits of cotton floating about. Nice place but very small - nothing much happening in town, apart from cotton.
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