Woke up to an amazing sunrise today! Bloody cold though. I sat in my tent and watched the colour’s of the sun play over the lake before packing up my gear. I really want a Jindabyne sticker for my bike and a pin for my jacket.
After I pack up camp I head over to the visitors centre where I find myself a sticker and a pin. Right next door to the visitors centre is a cafe. So I figure I might treat myself to a hot breakfast! Poached eggs and a real sweet milky Chai tea. YUMMO!!
After an awesome brekky I head back up towards Deadhorse Gap. Again. Along the way there is a beautiful old stone cottage in a paddock amongst the mountains. There’s a car there and I pull up ask ask for permission to ride up to the house for a photo. The kind old fella opens the gates for me and lets me in. I race up the rocky track and grab my photos before heading back to the road. I’m starting to miss my DSLR camera. The Iphone is ok but it just doesn’t quite capture the perfect image. Might be time to think about a real camera.
After a slow climb, carby is still playing up, we make it back to Deadhorse. The view is amazing up here! I could spend hours staring at it. But I have to move on. I hop onto Mabel and zip back down the hill. I visit the Ski Tube, which is totally abandoned at this time of year. After trying to find a parking spot I have a wander around.
I am chatting to RD via text and after talking about my carby woes he invites me to his camp to see if we cant diagnose the problem. So we head off back up the mountains. After a quick chat RD and myself pull Mabel’s carb off and RD strips it down. I decide to remove the airbox on the off chance that it may ave a crack or hole in the back of it. RD pronounces the carb as healthy and in good nick, the airbox on the other hand has a big hole in the back of it. Possibly from the crash. Neither of us has silicone or glue to patch it up so we use some RTV gasket silicone and patch it up followed by a layer of RD’s cloth tape.
We scoff some chocolate while we wait for the RTV to dry a bit and chat about posties and travel. After we refit the airbox and the carby its getting on a bit and therefore time for me to go. I say seeya to RD and head off. I hope to make it to Cooma and a camp ground this arvo. I have to turn the heated grips right up full as my hands are frozen! I take all the back roads again and end up driving down Black Ridge Road. The views back over the mountains are stunning. Once again I have the road to myself. After about 2.5 hours I make it to Cooma and head for the camp site. Its right on the side of a highway but by pitching my tent hard up against the far side of a pile of dirt I can block out a fair bit of the road noise.
Its not a bad campsite, its free, has toilets, a river, and views. There’s a couple of RVs here and a backpacker van. I make some dinner, read one of Jeremy Clarkson’s books and then its time for bed.