Date writ­ten: 2 Decem­ber 2020

Date post­ed: 6 Decem­ber 2020

This post was writ­ten by hand in my diary on the road, and entered into the blog when I got home.

This morn­ing I woke up to the nicest morn­ing yet. A beau­ti­ful sun­rise was shin­ing through the trees and across the riv­er, light­ing up a wedge-tailed eagle in her nest in the tree direct­ly above my tent. Com­pared to the wind of last night it was a beau­ti­ful tran­quil scene.

I watched as the eagle fend­ed off oth­er birds, and anoth­er large bird that I am pret­ty sure was a Brah­miny kite, though it would be far south of its reg­u­lar range. I made my break­fast of camp eggs and espres­so, took my time pack­ing down my tent and load­ing my bike for the last leg of my trip. By now I’m in sync with the sun, and even here at the Airbnb lodg­ing I am ready to go to sleep with the sun. My mind is at rest and I’m thor­ough­ly relaxed.

I rode through the Tor­rum­bar­ry Weir, stop­ping for cold water and some quite rude ser­vice at the Hol­i­day Park. I had a pic­nic lunch with some mag­pies near the Weir and then head­ed off again down the Riv­er Track. I met a cou­ple out on their moun­tain bikes, just for the day. We chat­ted for a lit­tle while, they’re up from Mel­bourne and told me there was a closed off bridge, but eas­i­ly tra­vers­a­ble by car­ry­ing the bike. By the time I got to the bridge I saw it was a tough ask: a sharply slop­ing one-foot-wide gap around the huge con­crete bar­ri­er. I had to try and lift my very heavy loaded tour­ing bike around the bar­ri­er, with­out putting too much strain on my back. I got past the bridge and then rode for some beau­ti­ful kilo­me­tres until I got to Bail­lieu Lagoon. I saw two goan­nas on two sep­a­rate occa­sions, and as my daugh­ter’s name is Anneliese I got some pho­tos and sent them to her dubbed “Goan­naliese I and II”.

Goan­na up a tree, dubbed ‘Goan­naliese’ after my daughter
Wedge-tailed eagle fly­ing above my tent

My part­ner Danielle and I have a bit of an attach­ment to a reg­u­lar camp we call “Our Spot” near Bail­lieu Lagoon, so I stopped there to take a pho­to and call Danielle. After this, it was time to rejoin the road and leave the riv­er until Echu­ca. I rode along the Mur­ray Val­ley High­way into town, stop­ping at the his­toric Port of Echu­ca for a hap­py snap and some lunch from the Sham­rock Hotel.

I checked into an Airbnb I booked with a kind­ly host named Anne, and we sat and chat­ted the after­noon away before I went for some wood-fired piz­za din­ner at a local Ital­ian restau­rant, then retired to bed ear­ly with the sunset.

My trip is over, and I’m off to Bal­larat via Mel­bourne on the train first thing in the morn­ing. I’ve had an awe­some time and am very keen to come back with Danielle and ride it together.

The Journey

The stats

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Down­load file: murray-2020-d4-torrumbarry-echuca.gpx

On my trav­els today, I passed through such beau­ti­ful coun­try and would like to acknowl­edge the tra­di­tion­al cus­to­di­ans of that land, and pay my respects to their Elders, past and present. I’d like to thank them for look­ing after the coun­try for more than 80,000 years.

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