Day 3: Oberon to Moruya
4 February 2024
Master Map
Thermal layers again as I set off over Shooters Hill along an oft-ridden road to Taralga. I like Taralga; Pterodactyl doesn't. I don't know why. Since I was last there, the General Store has sprouted an extension called Grand Ettie where I got breakfast, an excellent cup of coffee and a pastry that I shouldn't have eaten. Not that there was anything wrong with it; I simply don't need all that sugar.
Early morning mist leaving Oberon
There being no petrol to be had in Taralga on Saturday; me being earlier than expected; and the road to Goulburn not being all that interesting, led to my deciding to ride to Crookwell along a pretty country road of many sweeping corners. I planned to ride via a small town called Roslyn for no reason other than that it showed up on the map, but every road I saw was dirt. While I'm not averse to riding the CB on a well-made dirt road, I'm increasingly reluctant to do it on my own and, anyway, the bike was uncharacteristically clean.
Near Crookwell
After getting fuel in Crookwell, I headed for Goulburn — another pretty enough route — and then to Tarago where, at the Loaded Dog Hotel, Inhouse Bob had his first encounter with Vegemite. (The story here but all the pictures have disappeared thanks to the hosting service, so here's Bob and the Vegemite.)
At Braidwood I stopped at a French-themed café (who knew the country towns were so trendy, but then I suppose Braidwood is close to Canberra) before making my way down the beautiful Clyde Mountain Road to Batemans Bay* and thence to Moruya.
Near Batemans Bay
Another 380 kms or so under the tyres. Knees holding up well. Notwithstanding, I was looking forward to a few days out of the saddle and time with my wife and old friends.
* The last time I recall riding down the Clyde Mountain was horrendous. Pterodactyl described it well here under the heading The Very Abbreviated Seat Time Bit.
