Musgraves, our next turnoff to excitement arrived, the bad news of a death had become apparent as we discovered Kiwi had broken both his legs off on the coros and bailed, a little over 30000 km was his life but he did see a lot of Oz.
Although we had gone to the top of the Cape the second half was still waiting, our approach was to sneak ahead of the impending school hols by going straight to the top and as the masses arrived we would be on our way south…this plan worked very well.
The intense
line of traffic carving its way to the top was astounding, we only had a max
2-3 minutes of vehicle free then again another long line snake of autos and
trailers.
It wasn’t
long and we found camp to enjoy the sun and warmth, something we had missed as
it had been very wet, we chatted to a couple in a beautiful overland truck for
some more bad ideas.
No neighbours ...WOHHOH
The raos with quite a few
water crossings up to about 400mm deep these were perfect bike washes to remove
some of the Cape from under Skippy.
Bar a few
vehicles this road was much quieter than the main affording us the time and
ease back to take in our ride rather than watching for traffic and heavy coros.
The road we
had taken set us up well for the entry to Cooktown, we stayed a couple of days
the in an adventure camp nearer the airport, the camp was a beautiful setting
and very relaxing.
Cooktown included a tour through the museum and a stomp around town, given our historical ties with Capt.James Cook it was worthy to see this.
From Cooktown we headed south again via Cape Tribulation, this road was pretty cool and steep in places again with water crossings, our next desto Port Douglas.
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