67km. I really felt tired but I was determined to get to Cooktown and have two days of rest. The owners of the Caravan Park told me I had a range to ride over, so I was prepared.
I set off early, had the road mostly to myself. It was so lush, with high green grass right up to the edge of the road, didn’t leave me anywhere to pull over for a rest. I did a few pushes up the hills, but not many really. I sort of surprised myself that I managed to keep going even though I was so tired and sore from the Bloomfield track.
I passed yet another crashed car.
The I rode past Black Mountain, which is definitely a strange looking mountain.
A few more kms, including a hill just before Cooktown, and I arrived at Cooktown carvan park at 5pm. As had happened several times so far the sign outside said full. However I went to the office and told them my tent was very small and they found me a spot. I then put up my tent, and headed into town and got myself a hamburger with the lot, my reward for a long day, with 6 hours riding at an average speed of 11.5km per hour.
Well done for an elderly Gentleman Just keep pushing those Peddles there is an end in sight