Distance: 119km
Elevation: 640m
I woke up with a hangover. No need to complain, I have had a great night and the whiskey tasting had been purely educational 😉
I wrote the very first review into the brand new guest book of Michael and Sonya while Michael was preparing scrambled eggs, bacon and salad. What a treat! Of course I gave them five stars.
After breakfast and some more chatting, we said farewell and I hit the road. I was feeling a little weak in the legs and the rolling hills were hard on me. I was making only little progress.
The weather was great and the roads and scenery were beautiful, though. I was riding through England again. All rivers and towns had English names.
But it was only after a decent Greek Salad in Springbrook that I started feeling better. Also, the hills became more gentle and I was covering more ground now.
In the afternoon, I arrived in Tweed and made a rest at the beautiful Stoco Lake
From there Komoot suggested to follow a trail that used to be a railroad and had been converted recently. It led 50km to swampland which is pretty common here. After 10km the trail got worse and worse with loose gravel, big stones and pot holes. I made very little progress and the horseflies were getting more and more.
I was totally alone and got a little scared.
So I finally abandoned this path, accepted a detour of roughly 20 km and started a new to get around the lake on the other side via a regular road. I was angry with myself.
Interestingly, my inner critic was very active these days, criticizing every decision or performance of me.
Around 6pm I was approaching a very small place called Erinville where I found a convenience store.
The Indian lady did not know of any campground nearby but Komoot was positive.
I found a place next to Beaver Lake where they had cabins and trailers directly by the lake. The owners were not there so I asked around. I found a couple who lived there in temporary exile because their house had burned down due to an electrical shortcut. Gary was a wood turner by profession and proudly showed me pictures of his work.
They pointed me to the brother of the owner who lived nearby. After another 20min I had my place to put my head for the night.
When I was setting up my tent, the couple came over with water, freshly baked muffins and beer. The people here are just awesome!
