I wake up with a god awful hangover; RSL food never quite agrees with me. Dave is already awake looking chipper and cheerful... damnit!
As we're getting ready to leave we notice the camping ground is chockers with grey nomads. One of them swoops down on us to chat about the bikes. He used to ride old school Triumphs back in the 50s. He reckons windshields and farings are for nancies. I point out my bike has ABS and he just shakes his head in despair. Generational gap, I reckon.
The goal today is to reach Wilson's Promonotory. The roads have suddenly become flat and straight and entirely boring. Dave relieves the tedium by navigating to 90 Mile Beach. The view, standing somewhere in the middle, is breathtaking. I idly comment that the beach goes on forever. Dave assures me it only goes on for 90 miles.
Near the end of the day we chance across a windfarm. I love these things; they speak to me of progress and the future. This farm is high on a cliff face and it's open to the public. The ride up to the farm is a superb twisty low-gear hill climb with a sheer cliff drop on one side, which is the sort of road I live for. The lookout is across luscious green fields. Well worth the diversion.
We eventually find ourselves at the national park. Only now do I understand why Dave was so keen to camp here. The ride through the park is a motorcyclist's dream. Undulating hills, steep climbs, tight turns, and perfectly maintained tarmac. To top it all off, every corner exposes yet another jaw dropping view. Several times I had to stop to take photos.
More of this tomorrow. I can hardly wait.
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