Cabin Fever or "It seemed like a good idea at the time". - 24th June

We woke up to another day in the "Sunshine State" which was like a having a cold with a runny nose. Drip! drip ! drip ! all day long. The cute old couple next door were going to offer to drive us to the supermarket. So kind and cute. Being the "Intrepids" that were are or just the fact that Cabin Fever would drive us out we decided to suit up in the wet weather gear and head out for the day. Just a misty light drizzle so we will be OK.

With the GPS set for Agnes Water some 135km away off we went. The misty light drizzle changed into light rain but NOTHING stops "The Intrepids". The roads were beautiful and in good condition so all went well and we arrived in Agnes Water but decided to go on the extra 6km to our ultimate destination The Town of 1770. Yep that is the name, The Town of 1770, or Seventeen Seventy. Can you guess what happened there in 1770? It was the second place where Captain Cook set foot on Australia, with the first being at Botany Bay. He anchored 3km offshore and rowed in.

Seventeen Seventy is a very small but pretty place. As there was only one place to buy food, which was the Pub, which had lunch menu prices starting at $30 and Bar meals not available until the Restaurant closed, we decided to do the touristy look around and head back to Agnes Water for lunch. All the time there was the constant drip! drip ! drip ! Even all the car driver tourists were looking decidedly wet and miserable. At Agnes Water for the tourists, hoodies were the dress of the day and hands in pockets to keep warm. A very large and tasty Chicken BLT set us up for the trip home.

The return journey was a bit wetter than heading out and the closer we got the more you could feel the water penetrating the wet weather gear. Feeling satisfied with the day but a little soggy we arrived back. As if to say "that will teach you for going out", the boom gate at the caravan park refused to go up despite all attempts to put the code in. Once that was sorted we parked up the bikes climbed into the tent and stripped off. With the heater running on full and jackets, boots, gloves and riding pants spread out over all available spaces we celebrated with chocolate and red wine.

Salad and cold meat for tea in the tent, along with more red wine and the constant turning and shuffling of the riding gear to get it dry. The heater was left on low for the night while we slept and by morning most of it was dry. I just want to give the sky the biggest Codral tablet I can find to dry up that constant Drip! drip ! drip !

Warm & Dry Dave

4 months on the road!