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Well, as previously stated… a plan is just a plan… due to the late night previous, I departed Pemby later than I’d hoped. I’d originally planned the route via Windy Harbor and Greens Pool, but given the temp was barely 19, I decided to skip them. I followed the coast through Denmark and the scenic drive to Albany.

Nice drive but not much to say here other than it seemed to be the day for roadworks. Making it worse, my lovely black ST is now covered with dried gravel mud! It will need washing before Middleton – I couldn’t possibly let the others see her in that state.

He’s a few photos of the Albany area…

Dog Rock

From Mt. Clarence…

And our old house in Collingwood Rd. I was 6yo when we left.
(clearly they got the election wrong)…

I did actually hurl myself up the hill (on foot) at Mt. Clarence only to find the lookout was closed off for renovations. So all it did was make me even more sweaty than normal… again great for motorcycle gear!

Because of a lack of time I also had to skip a detour to Ken & Priscilla’s in Bremer Bay. One thing I learnt from the previous day was my plan was a little too tight. The detour would have cost me another 90 minutes and I’d end up trying to put up my tent in the dark. As it was I got to Ravensthorpe with only 30 minutes of light left. I had plenty of light, but a frigging bull ant made it as difficult as possible!

Just out of town I had to slow down and into 2nd gear to allow for an eagle to leave the fresh road kill. It’s funny… As you approach it you first see lots of birds feasting. The little maggies leave first, then the bigger crows take off when you get closer, which leaves this giant dark triangular shaped thing standing over it refusing to budge – clearly top of his food chain. It continues to stand there staring you down as if it’s saying “Mine. F*** off!”. Eventually he leaves realising he’s the smaller, circling around behind you to return.

No photos of Ravensthorpe, but you’ll thank me later – not much of a town really – only a halfway point for those traveling on to Esperance me thinks.

Glen and I walked up to the pub for a meal. Clearly catering for the rich FIFOs, we paid $25 for a roast Lamb dinner (ouch).

We discussed our plans for tomorrow’s run to Caiguna and decided on an early start. All of my sightseeing would be put on hold for my return journey. We worked out you have a shortened day if you’re traveling in an easterly direction and we simply couldn’t afford any delays. Plus, this trip really is more about the ride.

To all motor enthusiasts, particularly of the two-wheeled variety (yes, even you James!), or any one else with a beating heart for that matter… You just have to take the road south out of Pemberton through Northcliffe and on to Walpole.

Seriously, that has to be the best twistie and scenic drive I have ever done! It was extra special in the morning where the air was crisp and still.

Every corner you exit you think it can’t possibly get any better but it does. Don’t drive/ride/race this quickly – take your time so you can enjoy it properly.  It is simply breathtaking.

I don’t have many photos unfortunately: there wasn’t really anywhere safe to stop and besides still pictures can’t do it justice. Video perhaps. Regardless, you must experience this for yourself.

I spent the first night at my uncle & aunt’s house in Pemby. Last time I was there it was a typical wooden house is the town. Now it been rebuilt on the same site.

Had a great night catching up. It was a cast of thousands. It included Trevor, Maria, Renee, Justin, Ian (Jade’s hubby), & Seamus (Renee’s fiance).

Unfortunately, Jade couldn’t make with her kids (who I’ve never met). We were trying to remember the last time I saw my cousins… I think Renee was 14, Jade when she was only about 2, and I don’t think I’ve ever met Justin before. How bad are we!?

The major reason why they were all there was because it was Seamus’ bucks night. The lads were heading off to the Donnelly River for some fun.

Next month they all head off to Ireland for the wedding.

This is their back yard view…

And other typical wooden houses in Pemby…

 

I arrived in Augusta at about 3:30 and headed for the Lighthouse. I would have liked to do the tour but I was running out of time – I needed to be in Pemberton by about 5).

It still has that little country-town feel about it and hasn’t been commercialised to much.

While I was having a drink a nice old bloke called Bill came over to admire the bike and checkout where I was heading. He told me he bought an “Indian” in 1947 for a 100 pounds – a lot of money back then – and rode it all over WA.

The trip down to Augusta was something I was definitely looking forward to. I’d heard it was a good ride meandering through the Margaret River region.

Nearly the entire road has an over hanging canopy and the old giant trees started to appear.

 

A quick visit to this lovely town, now sadly remembered mostly for the 1996 tragedy where a cliff face fell on a group of people watching a surfing carnival. 5 adults and 4 children were killed.

 

Formerly known as Yalingup Caves, were my next stop. I’d been here before but a long time ago.

It started with me negotiating my first real stretch of gravel on my bike. This was something I’ve always been afraid of. This was also the nasty ball bearing gravel and was very much a “tighten your sphincter” moment.

Typing the bike over is easy if a wheel slips. Since the bike weighs in at over 320kg (without extra luggage), picking it up on gravel is almost impossible when you don’t have a decent foothold yourself. Anyway, practice makes perfect I guess. I managged it Ok but I’m still avoiding the damn stuff where possible.

Back to the travelog…

Caves were excellent. However, after 10  minutes I did remember something about then from my last visit: frigging humidity!

That with my high level of fitness (not)
Had me sweating profusely in no time. Not pleasant with all of that safety gear to put back on but well worth it nonetheless.

I did take some photos but they’ll need some work due to the poor lighting.

I managed to catch up with Hope (Ellie’s sister) for a quick cuppa on the way through Busselton.

The kids were at school of course and Jeffro happened to be in Perth (training I think). However, the little whore was there as usual…

 

Well, it changed when I got to Mandurah. I figured I had plenty of time so I went left to Dwellingup and then through the State forest again.

It was a really nice way to start the trip. Over hanging trees, cool (only 19!), and no one else around.

 

Well, it’s almost all sorted. It’s been about 6 months in the planning, but I think I’ve finally got it worked out. I do have to remember though, a plan is just a plan and is subject to change. While I think I have a good estimate for hours/day and KM/day of riding, I’m prepared to go with the flow.

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