Saturday 25th March. Gunbarrel Laager
The original plot was that I would stay here for three days then cut across to Meekathara on the dirt road. Now the only way to stay on anything like a schedule was to go back South to Leinster, East to Mount Magnet then back North to Meekathara. So I decided to leave today before the local flooding got too bad. So I packed up and along with my panniers and all my gear, the catering lady in her 4x4 gave me a lift to the end of the dirt road. One of the guys, who was happy riding on all that crap, brought the bike down. After loading all the stuff onto the bike we set off down the tarmac. We were getting along nicely until we came to a stretch about 500 yards wide. The water was really pouring across. I tried to keep to the middle of the road, but eventually the force of the water plus the strange effect you get from being surrounded by fast flowing water, brought me down. Between us we got the bike up and tried again, but it was no good. She went back to base to get more help and eventually we got back to where we started, a lot wetter. One of the panniers was full to the brim with muddy water.
Later I found out that just after we left there was a phone call. to say that the road into town and the main road to Leinster had been closed to all except 4WD trucks.
Sunday, Monday -26th, 27th, March Gunbarrel Lager.
These days were spent getting my stuff dried out, talking to Mel, listening to the weather forecasts, annoying the geese and recovering from the worst of a wrench that I gave my right side ribs and muscles when I was fooling about in the water. Mel is a nice old boy and we share an appreciation of the works of Terry Pratchett. I was a bit concerned that the water had contaminated the bike's engine oil, but careful examination showed that I got away with it.
Every time I start thinking the world is all bad, then I start to think there's people out there having fun on motorcycles, then it makes me take another look.
Steve Mcqueen - On Any Sunday