Baffle Creek to R0ockhampton

Last night I lit a fire and tried to burn as much wood as I could. Turns out, that was all of it. While that wood burned, I saw a shooting star like none I'd ever seen before. Which isn't that unique. I haven't seen that many. It is a common thing for me to not see shooting stars. So this one continued to be like all the other one I hadn't seen. Except I saw it.

It was basically a firework but it was shooting downward. Sparks came off the back and sizzled in the air. I swear I could hear them crackling. It was one of the most amazing things I've seen and heard. I realised at the time that nobody else would give a shit and here you are proving me right or wrong.

Today I loaded up the bike and immediately discovered that despite yesterday's trip into Bundaberg, my tyre still touched the exhaust. I decided to continue. I rode a bicycle across Europe and it was far less trouble.

I stopped many times out of fear for my tyre and at one stop a grey haired man with a caravan and wife suggested I shouldn't worry about it as I'd already burnt away the knobby bits. That was all the encouragement I needed to continue. It was clear to me he also didn't know what he was on about and we were in agreement.

I zoomed up the highway, thinking I should stop for a photo somewhere. Voila.

Some river with an old bridge

I went through Rockhampton and have stopped at Fardooleys Bush Camp. It is perched up a hill and is the property of a pair of retirees. They have happy hour each afternoon and all the guests mingle.

I've been mingling for a few hours and now I'm in bed. Tomorrow I'm going to head to Rockhampton and get my bike sorted. It could mean waiting around here for a while. Pretty shit seeing as I've only had four travelling days. Happy hour is good though.