Flinders Ranges - Arkaroola to Broken Hill - Part 6

Today is our last day in the Flinders, basically we are making our way to Broken Hill so not much exciting adv riding. Not sure why we didn't stay another night or two, it would have been good to do some more exploring, it feels like we are leaving too soon. After breakfast we loaded up and start riding off, Dave pulls up and says "There's something wrong". Checking over the bike, that feeling of dread pressing on the back tyre and it squashes down.

But lucky for us we pulled into the Arkaroola service station with compressor and Dave got out the puncture repair kit. Had it fixed within 5 minutes and ready to roll again. Something to be said for tubeless tyres.

Take 2 - And we roll out for the second time, much more successfully this time. Traveling south down Arkaroola road just past the airport we stopped to take in the views. We are going to miss this. We've really been spoiled these last 5 days.

With it being so dusty and dry out here you could see other vehicles coming from miles away. We saw a couple of cars coming so we got going again before being showered in dust.

Not far up the road we saw this little fella taking a nap. What's up Skip, had too much to drink.....

It was 300kms from Arkaroola to Yunta in the south, all but 20km was gravel of varying quality. Some of it was thick and lose and the bikes were weaving around at 90kmh+. We came across a section that was suddenly soaking wet. WTF. We rode through it slowly  as it was slippy as f*ck, then over the crest was a road crew. They always dump water on the road just as I come along.

We didn't stop at all along here and rode for hours, until near 20kms from Yunta where we came across the Waukaringa Ruins. We had a gander at the smelter ruins on the hillside first.

Riding down to the homestead ruins we could see a group of adventure bikes parked up. There was a group from Newcastle on their way up to the Flinders, they'd stopped to cook some snags for lunch.

We stopped to fuel the bikes and have some lunch in Yunta. It was 200 long boring kms back to Broken Hill watching out for Goats all the way along. We arrived in Broken Hill into a busy peak hour traffic at about 4pm. I was surprised how busy it was compared to last Saturday when there was no one about

Dave said lets go take a look at Silverton, I wasn't so keen but when he said he was going anyway I decided to go too, can't sit around by myself doing nothing besides it was only 25kms. Riding into the low setting sun was hard work especially scouting for Skippy's on the way.

Silverton is famous for the filming locations for several famous Aussie movies starting back in the late 70's with Mad Max 2, Razorback and Priscilla, Queen of the Desert.

We stopped in at the iconic Silverton Hotel for a ice cold beer and had a look at some of the memorabilia that adorned the walls of the famous pub.

That motor is almost as big as that beetle, would have some serious stomp. Soon enough we were back in Broken Hill at our motel room. We decided on a more up market pub tonight and had diner and drinks at the Broken Hill Pub. It was pretty busy and the food was pretty good. 

Broken Hill seemed very busy with many people after the time we spent in the Flinders Ranges where most days we were lucky to spot a handful of people at best. I really enjoyed the isolation and how remote it was, especially coming from living in a city of 5.5 million people.

Some of the most spectacular scenery anywhere in Australia and superb adventure bike riding, mostly relatively easy riding, but that can ramp up quickly once off the main roads. If you haven't been to the Flinders before put it on your bucket list of places to do. You won't regret it.

I would have loved to spend a few more days, it was over too soon. The adventure doesn't finish here, tomorrow is the trip back to Dubbo and beyond.

Dave went and picked up the Prado and came back and we then loaded the bikes up Saturday morning. The trip back to Dubbo was pretty much the reverse of the day we came out, its pretty boring, so if you read that post in reverse you'll have the idea.

Making Dubbo near sunset we walked down to pick up some beers/wine and some pizza for a night in at the motel. I said to Dave I wasn't ready to go home yet I've got the week off. A dim light went off in his head and said alright we are going to Barrington Tops tomorrow to ride around there and beyond. The adventure continues...........

Arkaroola to Broken Hill

Travelling to the Flinders Ranges - Part 1

My brother had organised an adventure bike ride of Epic proportions around the Flinders Ranges of all places. Where are the Flinders Ranges in Australia you ask?  I'm glad you asked, the Flinders Ranges are located in South Australia about 450km north of Adelaide and about 1600km west of my home in Sydney as shown on the map below. 

That's over a third of the way across Australia. So the plan was for Dave to travel down from Brisbane towing the bike on the trailer to Dubbo where I would ride the 430kms to meet him at the starting point and load my bike on the trailer and we would drive to Broken Hill some 750kms west then start the ride from there. 

 

Sydney to Dubbo

I had the week off before the trip which was good as it gave me plenty of time to get everything ready and packed(Overpacked). I was leaving early on Anzac Day. It was cool this morning and thick fog was covering the Sydney basin.

Riding out in the western plains of the Sydney basin visibility was down to about 100m or less in places.

As I began the climb up into the Blue Mountains I stopped at Bellbird lookout to check my new Moto Nomad luggage straps were still tight. Looking out over the Sydney basin you could see it covered in cloud.

My plan was to ride out to Capertee and turn off on the Turon Gates Road to Sofala and Hill End. No time to do Bridle Track today as I need to make it to Dubbo before dark. I wasn't pay attention leaving Lithgow and missed the turn for Capertee, oh well I'll make a slight detour through Wallerawang instead won't take much time. Wallerawang is a town built around the coal fired power station but that has now closed and the town now has no real purpose and will slowly decline with the loss of all those jobs.

One problem with my detour, it was Anzac day today and all the streets were blocked off for the Anzac march. I found a way around thanks to Gaia maps. Oops forgot about the Anzac day road closures.

After a quick splash and dash at the BP in Capertee where I also got some lunch for the road I would be able to make it to Dubbo on 1 tank via back roads, effectively bypassing any major towns on the way to Dubbo. I was expecting Turon Gates road to be busy as it was Anzac day and school holidays. I wasn't disappointed, as there were plenty of slow moving idiots in 4wds out today, the type that can't drive and won't move over and just shower you with dust.

The road was very dusty today and the 5 creek crossings were empty, with only a small amount of water on one of the final causeways. 

I was making good time once I'd passed the camping spots there was no one else out here just farming land and sheep, I think I saw one car after the camp grounds.

I was going to stop by the creek and have lunch but wasn't hungry yet so kept on riding. Check out how green the water in the Turon river was with algae, it was that bright. Due to lack of rain the water was not flowing and has allowed algae to build up..

The next crossing I came to was also dry, there was a couple of 4wd's camping right next to the water just off the bridge. The water was bright green and slimy looking here too.

I didn't stop in Sofala today and just kept riding through. I was in for an real treat today as I rolled into Hill End the tree's were in full Autumn bloom with bright oranges, stunning yellows and greens making for spectacular viewing.

I made my way up to the pub for an Anzac day beer and have some lunch. The pub was heaving with people today. I'm glad I bought a sammich from the BP in Capertee to go with my beer.

Lest we Forget

Plenty of wreath's placed on the War memorial this morning, which is directly across from the pub. Seems everyone shifted from here into the pub after the ceremony had finished.

After finishing my sammich & beer I headed north out of Hill End. I passed by Dixons Long Point crossing. I decided against this road, it was a rocky creek crossing about 100m long, it could go bad here if I fell in the creek and I was by myself. So I decided to go via the back of Lake Burrendong via the 12 Mile. Some scenic back country in here.

As I left the 12 mile I went right at the T intersection without looking at my GPS. A few kms down the road I could see I was off the map and no longer following the route. However it did appear I was heading the same direction just further north than I was expecting. I was nearly collected by a hooning P plater who was completely on the wrong side of the road in the dirt. A brown trouser moment...... 

I came onto the road near the Wellington prison. On the left hand side of the road was the mother of all solar farms. It must have been the largest solar farm I've ever seen and stretched over the hills as far as I could see. I had to ride a few kilometres around it, it was so big.

I press on, it was 4:15pm and I still had about 30 minutes to go until my destination in Dubbo, and then we had to load up the bike on the trailer. As I was riding along about 10 minutes out of town, half in a zoned out state I saw a Ducati sitting on the side of the road as I zoomed past. Oh it was Dave he'd come out to meet me, I was riding into the sun on auto pilot and didn't register until I rode past. He'll catch up I thought.

As we got into town Dave said theres a brewery here, lets stop for a beer. My bike was on autopilot as it was already veering for their driveway, straight up to the brewery doors for a quenching ale.

Micro brewery beers with my bro

Back at the motel we got the bikes loaded up for the trip in the morning and went out to the local RSL for diner and a couple more beers.

Dubbo to Broken Hill

We were up early to hit the road — with 750 kilometres between Dubbo and Broken Hill, there was no time to waste. After a quick breakfast, we set off on the long drive.

We stopped in Nyngan, Dave was looking for a bakery but would you believe it, a country town with no bakery. That's un-Australian. We settled on some fruit from the supermarket instead, strawberry's, Blue Berry's, Bananas and muesli bars.

The local water silo was in the process of being painted and it's now featured on the Silo art trail website. The mural took about 2 weeks to paint.

Leaving Nyngan behind I drove the for a while. I was followed by the highway patrol for about 20 kms before he took off. It had been raining on/off for a bit and there was large streams of water forming in the table drains by the roadside, then we came through a whole bunch of causeways across the road filled with water.
 

Next stop was Cobar some 297kms later, where it had just started to rain as we came into town. We had to have the Obligatory photo by the Big Cobar sign when coming into town, then back in the car in search of coffee. No bakerys were found or harmed in this town either.........

 Did I mention that the Barrier Highway is very long, very straight and very boring. There's not much out here for miles and miles in any direction.

I was surprised to see thousands and thousands of goats roaming along the roadside all the way from Cobar to Broken Hill and beyond to Yunta. They were everywhere, over 650kms of goats.

Reminded me of this lil fella.

A few hours later.................. we were almost there.

I think we were both glad to finally be rolling into Broken Hill, not long before sunset. Time to unload the bikes and then head into town have a look around and get something to eat, ok beers. We were staying at the Outback view holiday park, where we could leave the car & trailer until our return. It wasn't a flash place, probably 2.5 stars but it was adequate.

Broken Hill seemed to be a strange place, it was so quiet, virtually no one about the place. Could have fired a gun up the street and not hit anyone or anything. Saturday night on a long weekend I suppose everyone has gone camping because they weren't here in town.

We wandered into a pub to have a beer, only to discover that it was one of the filming locations for Priscilla Queen of the Desert. I've never seen the movie but have seen the trailer, not my cup of tea. But amazing old pub.

We had beers and diner at the next pub up the road we came to and then got a few take aways and headed back to the room so we could watch MotoGP on the big screen and do a pre ride briefing over beers...er ok we just looked at the map and drank beer, not so much on the briefing.