Penguin is a very quaint town facing Bass Strait. Kev and I enjoyed soaking in the views from our camping chairs and later as it cooled from the van windows. It was an extraordinarily beautiful night. Penguins do surf into this area, but we have missed their window. Ahh… I always sleep soundly listening to the sound of the surf, and feeling the ocean breeze skim my face…almost better than riding a bike…close but no cigar! We wake to the van leaning towards one side in the rear…yep we have a flat! I am thankful that we did not encounter this crossing the Tarkine Wilderness. A simple call to the RACT solves the problem. Warren our repair guy replaces the tire in minutes, but leaves an hour later after chatting about his biking adventures and listening to ours!
We are on our way to Cradle Mountain today…Ahh it is killing me, this is the ultimate bike riding countryside! Kev and I make a promise to return and experience all, and more, on 2 wheels!
Switchbacks, dips, rises, tucks, rolls…heaven…a bikers paradise. But I am getting into the rhythm of the road, even though caged, I imagine I'm on the bike! I find slightly more movement in my hands and arms everyday! The vibrations, and pull of the steering wheel not to mention the stick shift gently force me to build up my strength and resistance….but at this moment, I'm just simply loving the road! Roads like this only sport the most spectacular scenery, and believe me it was all that!
As we pull into the Cradle Mountain World Heritage Area the skies have misted up and it begins to rain. We decide to move on and continue our back road driving, soaking in everything Tassie has to offer. We are passing by Mole Creek, and notice a small Caravan Park. We decide to pull in relax, catch up with the laundry, and call it a day.