Day 34 - Gravel pit to Archers Creek - 55km
I stopped into Mt. Garnet and filled up with supplies, sitting in the roadhouse grounds, I charged Mt electronics and reconnected with the Web. Talking to a few friends and enjoying a relax.
I headed on flying down hills in top gear and going up the otherside in the lowest gear. The hills here are mammoth, im crossing the great dividing range.
I pulled into the campsite, flat ground caravans encircled the grounds. A path lead down to the river and there were tents everywhere by the running creek, Archer Creek. I walk down and ask an old fella if I can camp on the otherside of this enormous tree, he said no worries, bring a plate over he has too much chicken and I'm free to join him. Indian Paul was his name, he was riding a Japanese replica of the American Indian motorcycle, he had owned it for over 20 years. We finished up and started a small fire and exchanged stories between sips and red wine and rum and cokes. A green tree snake joined us a while, we both checked our tents were zipped up. He had escaped NSW and was touring around Queensland wherever he pleased.
We talked into the night, he told me of his time in Europe in the 80s and of his motorcycle stories. I told him on my bicycle I have an affinity for motorcycles we are sharing the 2 wheels, he said likewise. We parted ways and I fell asleep to the sound of the nearby creek, looking forward to the bacon and eggs Paul had offered for breakfast.