Preparing for Departure in a Quiet Morning
I woke up a little later than usual, around 7 a.m. Outside the window, the sky was a perfect blue without a single cloud. The air was cool and refreshing, filling my lungs with each deep breath. In the kitchen, I prepared some cereal, and Ruby kindly poured me a cup of coffee. Its rich aroma and flavor filled the calm morning, making the start of the day feel gentle and unhurried.
My destination was Bairnsdale. The distance was about 70 kilometers, but I planned to take it slowly, covering the road in two days if necessary. As I packed each piece of luggage into the trailer, I could feel the weight pressing down, bringing a sheen of sweat to my back.
Crossing the Flood Warning Route
The air outside was a mix of cool wind and warm sunshine, perfect for cycling. Before leaving, I had been told the route might be dangerous due to flooding. However, another local reassured me it was safe now. Trusting their words, I decided to ride forward—balancing a hint of worry with the excitement of discovery.
A Small Trailer Trouble
Not long after setting out, I began hearing an unpleasant rattling sound from behind. I stopped quickly to check and found that the weight of the planter had pushed its support down, causing it to rub against the tire. I removed one planter, and the sound disappeared instantly. A small adjustment, but it brought relief and a quiet sense of accomplishment. Journeys like this always demand quick problem-solving.
Choosing a Campsite
By 3:30 p.m., I had about 15 to 20 kilometers left. It was possible to push on and reach Bairnsdale, but I chose not to. Instead, I began looking for a place to camp.
Soon I spotted an open clearing by the roadside. No one was around, and with power lines nearby, the signal was steady. It felt safe enough, so I set up my tent there. As the evening sky turned a deep orange, the sun slipped below the horizon and a full moon rose in its place.
Insects Singing in the Winter Night
The cold night air carried the soft chorus of insects. Strangely, even in winter, mosquitoes were buzzing around. I laughed a little at their persistence, swatting lightly at the itch before curling up in my sleeping bag.
Tomorrow, I will reach Bairnsdale. Somewhere ahead, new encounters may be waiting. With that thought, I closed my eyes and let the comfort of fatigue carry me into sleep.
