After three days on the East Gippsland Rail Trail, we said goodbye to both our friends and the dedicated bike track and struck off on our own.
The moon (can you see it) over the Mitchell River in Bairnsdale.
Bairnsdale to Stratford
The second part of our tour saw us cycling for two days on an exploratory (read: somewhat winding) route along quiet roads and gravel tracks from Bairnsdale to Stratford, again through GunaiKurnai (Brabralung and Brayakaulung) country. With a few detours and one abandoned route, we ended up cycling about 85km over these two days.
Looking north from the Wy Yung-Calulu Road.
DAY 4: BAIRNSDALE TO GLENALADALE, ~45KM
It had been another chilly night - though we were both generally warm enough in our sleeping bags and layers - when a magpie carolled right beside the tent at 5am. I got out my recorder to catch the song . . . so it didn’t make another peep until after 5:30. Cheeky bugger! With just the two of us, breakfast was a quick affair - instant noodles in the camp kitchen as magpies scavenged around the tables. After checking our route on the wifi, we set off at 7am. A personal best (or at least earliest) for this trip!
 Dan in the morning light - an early start! |  The campsite at Bairnsdale. |
We spun along beside the Mitchell River on an otherwise deserted path. It was beautiful, with the big moon hanging in the morning sky, the cool air biting our ears, the still water sporting hi-res reflections. We stopped to read a few of the information boards, then headed across the river and up the hill through Wy Yung. It was our first, but definitely not our last, hill of the day!
 Heading out of Bairnsdale before crossing the river to Wy Yung. |  Reflections on the Mitchell (aka Wy Yung in Brabralung language). |
We followed our screencap maps without too much of a hitch along the Calulu Road, past pretty houses and farms with views to the south over the plains and to the north into the forested range that gradually lifts itself up to become the high country of the Victorian Alps.
Dan doing his best to make like a speedy cyclist from the sign.
The climbs were steeper than those we’d encountered on the rail trail, so we were glad we’d had a few days to build up some muscle and stamina. The downhills were also steeper, and I had a lot of fun daring myself to fly down them without using the brakes (don’t worry, there were hardly any cars that early on a Sunday morning).
The Moondale Drive-In operated in Bairnsdale from the 1960s to 1984 (according to a quick Google). It was not on this site!
At the turn off down to the Mitchell River flats, we made a brief attempt to follow the dirt bike track through the bush beside the road, but the ruts were too deep for a pannier-laden bike, so we returned to the road and coasted south to re-cross the river. I’d never been here before, and I was surprised how much the geography reminded me of the Orbost flats. We followed the long, straight, flat roads then pedalled up the escarpment to Lindenow.
Looking along the Mitchell. The difference with the Snowy is stark - lots of willows and very little native vegetation.
Heeding Liz’s words from a couple of days earlier, we made our way directly to Long Paddock for a seat in the window, a view of the world passing by, a good coffee, a luxurious second breakfast, entertainment provided by a nest of swallows under the verandah . . . Nice!
 Definitely a good place to stop on a cycle tour (thanks, Liz). |  I was pleased with this pic - got Dan's face in the teapot! |
We’d actually made much better time than expected. We were meeting some of my extended family for lunch down by the river at 1:30pm, but looking at our map we realised we were only 20 minutes or so away and had three hours to get there! So we did what any self-respecting bike tourist should do: we got massive slices of cake to take away, went and sat in a little park with a fantastic view out over the river valley and up to the distant mountains, pegged our tent fly out to dry in the stiff breeze, ate cake and soaked up the delicious weather.
 Cake!!! |  Looking up the Mitchell valley towards the high country. |
And then, when we still had a couple of hours to go, we decamped to another park in Lindenow and lay under the trees to read our books. I realised I was happy. Content. Present. Couldn’t remember a time when I was sitting in an office instead of cycling from place to place, couldn’t remember what it was like in England in autumn instead of in Australia in spring. I really wanted to just keep going - or at least do a lot more cycle touring in future!
Someone needs to get out there and Instagram this place, stat.
We ended up down at the river with an hour or so to spare, so we poked around below Wuk Wuk Bridge to find a nice shady spot for a picnic. Over the river, at a place that is marked on Google Maps as a caravan park, but which seems like it is half abandoned, we waited under a shady little tree. We read our books, listened to birds and bees and passing tractors, motorbikes and utes, and I had a nap . . .
 Our trusty steeds in Lindenow. |  The Mitchell under Wuk Wuk bridge. |
On the dot, up drove my aunt and uncle (the ones who spent a couple of nights with us on our Snowy River adventure last year) and my cousin with her two kids. We set up our picnic by the river, chatted, laughed, ate sandwiches and generally had a lovely time. It was nice and sunny, so I had a paddle in the river. (The water wasn’t cold by UK standards, and if I’d had a towel I might have had a swim, but my cousin’s eldest kid started shivering and saying she was cold - I guess if you come from Cairns, 23 degrees with a breeze probably is quite cool.)
A nice spot for a picnic and a paddle. We could have happily stayed here with family all afternoon!
And now it was 3pm. We planned to meet my parents with their car and trailer (to take us home for the night) at 5pm. Our meeting spot was a decent distance away, so we said our goodbyes and cycled off into the warm afternoon. The first section was delightful - flat, quick, open, with views of hills, farms and dead reptiles beside the road. Then came the hills. Oh, the hills. We pedalled up all of them, but I was mostly in the easiest gear. The downhills weren’t so bad, but as Dan complained, “They’re over so quickly!”
The FINGERBOARDS. I've got fingers? But I am not bored. (OK, I am currently a bit bored of captioning and doing image descriptions for all these photos.)
We passed The Fingerboards, an allegedly well known landmark that I had never heard of, which appeared to mostly be a crossroads with a handmade wooden sign that said “The Fingerboards”. From here, a sign pointed south to Stratford (38km) . . . but we took the road north towards Glenaladale, because we’d told mum and dad to meet us at Beverleys Road. And after all those hills, we were getting pressed for time. The road continued to undulate - nothing massively steep, but enough to slow us down and make Dan a bit queasy. The main thing I remember, though, is a magical moment when we were coasting downhill and a huge mob of sulphur crested cockies lifted off from the paddock to our left, and swirled up through the trees, across the road and all around us. What a rush!
 A welcome gate for resting on after climbing a big hill! |  Colonial Australiana - rusty corrugated iron, Hereford cattle, blue sky. |
We made it to our meeting place at 5:01pm. (Of course, my parents were already there!) In the car, we took the road we’d planned to cycle the next day. There were a lot of hills. Too many hills. We decided another plan was in order. But first, a bath, a cuppa and a BBQ with the extended family - my sister had arrived, and our lunch companions re-joined us for the evening.
DAY 5: THE FINGERBOARDS TO STRATFORD, ~40KM
Unsurprisingly, having a comfy bed and a proper breakfast meant a later start. We jumped in the car with my dad and sister and they drove us back up to the Fingerboards. This time, we took the other way back towards Stratford - at least for a few kilometres, before turning off down a bumpy dirt road. We passed a couple of houses and paddocks, and enjoyed the ride beneath the trees.
 The easy road home. We didn't take it very far! |  Nobody wants this mine. |
The final building was part of a Christmas tree farm (called Hobyahs!) - but instead of heading through their front gate, we veered off down the sandy track into the huge plantation area managed by HVP. (We only travelled on named tracks, but perhaps we were meant to get a permit/pass? There weren’t any signs where we entered the area, so we didn’t even think we might be on private roads!) Not too far in, we stopped to observe a flock of yellow tailed black cockatoos in the pine trees. They were gossiping and chatting to each other, but as we drew closer they raised their voices in a chorus of creaking alarm calls. Some flew off, but others stayed, chuckling quietly and tearing up pinecones to get at the nuts. A few, sitting right up the top of the trees, looked like Christmas ornaments.
 Dan takes a break in the sun. I take a photo from the shade. |  Do you remember the book? Scary! |
We got a few really good views as we ground and slipped and puffed our way up the hills. One recently logged hilltop reminded me of being on the moors in the UK and offered a pretty speccy vista over the surrounding trees to the hills beyond.
The view from the top was great (but I only had the phone camera, so I don't have a good photo). This was a pine plantation. They've left a few eucalypts.
Some of the tracks were a bit rough, but our bikes handled everything well. It probably helped that I didn’t have panniers, and Dan only had a few snacks in his. We spent about a minute on a sealed road all the way through the plantation area, crossing a creek, before heading back off on other logging tracks. For the most part, the tracks and roads are all laid out in a grid system, which makes navigation fairly unstressful - we knew we’d just have to keep going west, south, west, and we’d hit the next main road. I enjoyed riding on the wide side grades, which were sandy and smooth - but also sliced through with deep water drainage cuts every now and then, which I had to avoid.
 An example of the wide graded section beside the tracks proper. |  Should you ever trust a short cut? |
We spent some time cycling beside some dry paddocks - cows on one side, the stripped carcasses of pine cones on the other - but also enjoyed the wooded sections. Riding through one pretty little valley with birds calling all around reminded me that this might be mostly a plantation of non-native trees, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t habitat for wildlife. Probably our most spectacular sighting was an emu running down the track in front of us. At first I thought it was running towards us - a bit of a scary thought! - but the optical illusion soon righted itself and we watched it head off into the bush. We also saw quite a few wallabies - and a fox.
One of the prettier sections of the plantation (you can see logged/plantation sections in the background). This is where we saw the emu.
I think it was just before midday when we got out onto the Stockdale Road and decided to stop for a drink, a wee and a snack of chicken salt Pringles (thanks Stephanie and Danni!). Having made good time, we weren’t in any rush. And anyway, we knew the rest of the cycle wouldn’t be too difficult - sealed road, not too much elevation gain, a quiet time of day . . . We were accompanied along the way by what seemed like hundreds of pairs of eastern rosellas (with perhaps a dozen rainbow lorikeets thrown in). A few cars passed us, a couple of buses and a few motorbikes. In the distance, we saw another cyclist - a serious one, in lycra - but they headed off in another direction.
 Our gift from Stephanie and Danni! |  Mmm, looks... yellow... (bonus chain grease on my hand.) |
And suddenly we were arriving in Stratford. We took the obligatory photos with the town signs - yes, it is on the Avon (but Avon is pronounced with a soft A as in ‘had’) - then cycled to my parents’ new place. A flock of corellas swirled over us, surrounding us with their squeaky door calls as we turned our second to last corner. And then we were home - just in time for lunch.
Finished! Here we are at the entrance to Stratford on the River Avon, Victoria, Australia.
Conclusion
What a brilliant holiday! I loved cycling and hanging out with Dan, Stephanie and Danni, watching the scenery and landscape change as we pedalled, hearing the birds in the bush, seeing wildlife scurry off, relaxing in small town campsites and generally being a tourist. I think we were very lucky with the weather (apart from the wind on the third day). There were a few things I learnt:
- It’s pretty easy to carry stuff on a bike if you have panniers. Our panniers were not stuffed to the brim, and if I were to do this again I’d bring a few more luxuries. This is because (a) the weight isn’t so difficult to carry (no hoisting everything onto our shoulders every time we set off was such a treat!) and (b) it doesn’t matter so much if things are odd shapes or bulky or rattly (because they’re not sticking into your back or rattling in your ears)
- Uphill is hard, but you get through it. I’m not used to noticing slight uphills when walking, but on a bike every percentage of gradient counts. On the flip side, coasting downhill is brilliant - I love the feeling of moving without any energy expenditure (if you don’t count the ascent!).
- It can be easier to be a tourist as a cyclist than as a walker. It’s quicker to get around and therefore easier to make detours and spur of the moment decisions. A detour around a block is a quick minute or two, rather than a potential trudge.
- Wind, what the heck? I really noticed how much the headwind affected me, especially on the third day coming into Bairnsdale, but also occasionally after that. It’s not such a slog to walk against a similar strength of wind, but on a bike I could really tell how much slower it was making me. Also, Australia is windier than I remember!
- Things I don’t miss. While we had good chats to the people at Nowa Nowa and Bruthen campsites, I found that most of the people we met or passed were … very incurious. I wouldn’t necessarily say unfriendly, but we cycled about 180km (over 100mi) through several towns and nobody asked us what we were doing or where we were going. Nobody other than one group of other cyclists commented on our bikes, our gear, the terrain, the weather. People were happy to give us a good long stare, but they didn’t initiate a conversation. I don’t think you could cycle that far through that many small towns and villages in the UK without a passer by saying hello or a shopkeeper having a chat.
- Bikes are surprisingly noisy. The grind of gravel under the wheels is constant, as is the rush of wind in your ears. It’s harder to hear the sounds of nature around you, harder to have a conversation. Paradoxically, you might be quieter to the rest of the world - the soft swish of tyres is different to the crunching of boots, and when you combine this with your speed you can find yourself sneaking up on more animals and seeing more wildlife than you might when on foot.
- Cycle touring is super fun! At least, it is when you’ve got good company, good food, good bikes and good weather.
 The rail bridge across the Avon. Next time: rail trail Stratford to Maffra? |  After all those old bridges on the rail trail, some new construction for you. |
A few more thank yous for this section: my parents, for shuttling us and the bikes around, putting us up, feeding us; my aunt, uncle, cousin and niblings for the picnic lunch and BBQ dinner; my sister, for plotting a future adventure with me (can’t wait!); and of course Liz and Dave from Snowy River Cycling, who really went above and beyond, and even picked the bikes up from Stratford at the end, which saved us having to ferry them back to Bairnsdale or Orbost. I highly recommend looking up Snowy River Cycling if you are planning to cycle in the area (they run tours, too, which look amazing).
Sunrise in Stratford.
If you fancy some further reading on related topics, here are a few recommendations:
- Here’s a lovely essay about cycle touring, which really spoke to me.
- Why We Ride is a zine that Allysse has put together full of interviews with cycle tourists.
- And if you want, here's another cyclist’s experience on the East Gippsland Rail Trail: Orbost-Nowa Nowa; Bruthen-Nowa Nowa; Bruthen-Bairnsdale.
Would you like more about our travels in Australia? As well as our Snowy River adventure, I really like these two posts (if I do say so myself) about our first visit back after over four years away: 1 - Country, 2 - City.
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