I Need A Fly Net
The Old Powder Magazine
The wind blew from the south. I decided to ride south past the old powder magazine, so that when I got tired and turned around the wind could push me back home.
On the southern edge of Wallaroo I met a dilemma: the road left the sea and went inland, burdened with grain trucks going to the bulk storage pads. Alternatively, a track along the beach bypassed private land, but this veered firmly into push-your-bike territory.
The pushing didn't last long. In no time at all I was back up onto firm ground and the little track along the top of the escarpment led me to the Wallaroo Powder Magazine which was a fine spot to stop and have a snack.
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A sweet little track that meandered south of the old Magazine, sometimes with a view of the sea, sometimes down amongst the dunes.
Eventually I reached a left-hand bend where the wind ceased being a battering ram and became instead a friendly hand at my back. I positively zoomed along, dodging corrugations and potholes with barely the need to pedal. The only drawback was all the flies that had previously hidden from the wind on my back and now decided to take up residence on my face, in my eyes, up my nose... I weaved all over the road, steering with one hand while furiously waving flies away with the other.
Coming back into Wallaroo I stumbled across the brand new rail trail which went all the way to Moonta and was on my must-ride-while-in-Wallaroo list. When the wind was blowing the right way, of course. And when I'd found my fly net.
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The wind blew me all the way through Wallaroo and back around the Marina, past the Kitchen, etc, etc back to my front door. And all before midday too, which was a good thing because I really needed to do some laundry while the sun was shining.
I went to bed happy. My new bike had performed admirably.
Today's ride: 24 km (15 miles)
Total: 807 km (501 miles)
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