So today's loose plan was to ride across to Mole Creek around the back of Mt Roland and across Cradle Mountain and up hellyer gorge and back again. Sounds great to me. The ride across to Mole creek and around to the look out at Mt Roland was sublime. I had forgotten how good this ride was. It was a little damp but I was still riding like a lunatic and on knobbies. I must say the pub at Mole Creek looked very inviting and I vowed to stop there on the way back this afternoon for a beer.
We were soon at the Mt Roland lookout. Bit disappointing that the Mt was covered in cloud this morning, still the riding has been great even with a few damp patches.
Flyboys ATAS behemoth
Dave's sexy fuel guzzling Tuono
Stu was watching Doug enjoying riding the Multistrada too much and wanted a ride too...............He's like that mates dog that just wants to love your leg every time you go over his place. Down boy.
From here we wound our way down the mountain and back up again riding across the highlands along past cradle mountain. It was a little chilly up here this morning and had the heated grips on. Before heading up Hellyer gorge we thought it prudent to take the 5km detour into Waratah so Dave could fill up so he could make it back again. Waratah is a pretty little town with a waterfall in the middle and a nice pub overlooking it. There's a mine off in the distant hills. Unfortunately for Dave the service station was closed due to the proprietors having caught covid. So no fuel and press on towards Hellyer gorge then look for fuel up at Wynyard.
The Waratah inconvenience store
The ride into Hellyer gorge is awesome, I'd forgotten how good it is and it just makes the experience of riding the all too short gorge itself look even better. I think the gorge is only about 10-15 kms but the ride in and out is also fantastic which makes it seem much longer. This rainforest section with huge trees covering the road is such a beautiful bit of road. There were mushroom's growing up some of the tree's. I should have taken a photo of that, photo fail#2.
We stopped briefly in at the rest area and caught up with everyone. There was also a group of Harley riders stopped here. After a few minutes they looked like they might get going so I thought I'm going to get going before they do, I don't want my knobby tyred adventure bike getting stuck behind some harley in the best twisty bit of road. Can someone please tell me what the appeal of a Harley Davidson is?
The Overbelly crew
We arrived in Wynyard around lunchtime. Unfortunately the bakery was closing and had virtually nothing left. Oh well we can't save all of Tassie bakery's, there was only the cafe, the pub and subway. We'd have never left if we went in the pub. After a quick bite a plan was devised rather than go back through Hellyer gorge which was so very tempting we went down to Penguin which is a little town on the coast and turned inland and headed up and down through the hills.
We stopped in again at Woodhouse lookout, the views here are certainly pleasing on the eye, looking out over the valley below with mountain vistas looming in the distance with dramatic brooding clouds.
Scotty and the puss bucket....er Strom
Beauty and the Beast
Everyone was enjoying the rest break and the afternoon riding through some of Tassie's finest hilly terrain. What's not to love about this place, little traffic and twisty mountain roads is were it's at. No gravel today.
Thumbs up
As we left the lookout and came down the mountain there was an T-intersection left or right. I had a feeling that we should go left, the others didn't know either but then suddenly they roared off to the right except Flyboy. I didn't think that was the right way, turns out it wasn't so me and Flyboy hooked a left and the next intersection was a right so we waited for them to come back as we could see they rode down a dead end. Dave and I put our GPS/Google maps on as there were a few turns in here and we didn't exactly know where we were going.
It didn't take too long to get through some of the hilly winding backroads, in fact they were superb fun and I kind of didn't want it to end. But we were soon on the main road back around the back of Mt Roland again. Rounding a bend in the road we saw a dead kangaroo on the side of the road, with a farmers dog firmly attached to its tail tearing it a new one. That dog eyeballed every single one of us as we went past.
Seems the guys had the taste for beers as they were on a mission through the curves, surprisingly I could keep up with them even with the knobbies on, I think I split the 2 Tuonos. Soon we made it into Mole Creek and stopped at the pub. Its only 20kms back to Deloraine from here. The lovely bar maid said they have pints would I like one? Is that bear catholic and does the pope shit in the woods, of course I want eight. Yippee it's my lucky day.
The staff at Mole Creek Hotel are incredibly friendly and Flyboy said the meals are fantastic. Nice little place, Craig bought himself a couple of T-shirts. They also sell the famous Tassie Tiger pie's, so that's why they are extinct because they are so Delicious, probably why the dinosaurs' became extinct too if the truth be known.
Fantastic views right out the front of the pub over the western tiers, just banging on about bikes and other stuff. I love this stuff. It would be great sitting here watching a big lightning storm come over the mountain watching from the safety of the pub. Beers downed it was time to make our way back to our pub for the night.
It was also great to catch up with another good riding mate Kwoky who was riding around Tassie with some friends from Queensland. We ended up having diner with their group at the Empire Hotel in Deloraine. It was also Scotty's 60th Birthday so the celebration's went well into the night. I think we sang him happy birthday 3 or 4 times that night. Scotty is also a master speaker with one of the best speeches ever.
There were far too many bottles of these sunk but it was a fun night. Scotty had a blast as did all of us.
It's day 6 of the trip but only day 1 of actually riding in Tassie. I was up at 5.45am but was awake from about 4:30am and couldn't get back to sleep due to our cabin being like Hacksaw Ridge. The ship had been docked in Davenport for some time but I couldn't be sure how long as we had no window view. It was a fairly calm trip across so that was a bonus.
After yesterdays failed effort of disembarking the ship we regroup quickly and stopped for breakfast not far from the port, at you guessed it yet another bakery. I'm starting to think that this isn't our tour of Tassie but rather the great southern bakery and pub tour of 2018. Well if your going to stop in at a bakery it may as well be the best one.
I asked our fearless group captain what the plan was for today and was surprised to hear he hadn't made any, just the destination for the night Deloraine which is in the middle of the top end of the isle. So we all hastily surrounded some maps over breaky and devised a route plan. As Bruce would be leaving us in Hobart we decided to head west and take the road through Hellyer Gorge, something I was not at all displeased about. It's an excellent bike road. Sitting eating breakfast I could feel myself rocking backward and forward, great I'd gotten sea legs, hope that's not bad riding a motorcycle with my balance being all stuffed up.
The ride out on the highway to Burnie was only a short trip of about 50km, and it was pretty cold out this morning. When we stopped for fuel in Burnie most some of us put on neck warmers if we had them or another layer. I didn't bother as it would warm up right?
We turned off at Somerset and took the Murchison Highway up into the hills, where we came through the famous Hellyer Gorge. I think the Tasmanians spelt Hellyer wrong.
Hellyer Gorge Road
Lads in Hell? Yeah
Stu joins the party
Here's a short video of the Hellyer gorge and Murchison Highway.
Heading out of the gorge chasing Geoff was a lot of fun, it was over all too soon as we headed out on some of the long straights out towards Cradle mountain. The higher we got and closer we got the cooler it became. It was down around 11-12°C. We stopped again for a, ahem boys break and I decided it was too cold and put on an extra layer as did Geoff. This is summer? The scenery here reminded me much of the west coast of New Zealand. You can see the moss in the centre of each lane.
The road up to Cradle Mountain is open and sweeping up over the huge hills. We stopped at the Cradle Mountain lookout but the cloud was so low today you couldn't actually see the mountain. But the views over the valleys were glorious.
There's a mountain shrouded in cloud out there somewhere
Mountain Selfie goodness
We stopped at the boom gate on the road into Dove lake and the sign said to purchase tickets at the cafe. So we rode back to the cafe and had a spot of morning tea and to warm up a bit. I would have liked to take a photo of all the bikes in front of Dove Lake with Cradle Mountain in the background but at $16.50 each to get in and to have the photo's of mountain covered in cloud it was a bit like throwing money down the toilet. Besides there was more good riding to come yet and it was only early in the day.
We continued on out of Cradle Mountain and headed for Mt Roland and the road that goes around the back of it to Mole Creek and then on into Deloraine. The ride along here was cold still around 11-12°C, decidedly chilly for summer. The road here was very winding and I was having a lot of fun leading the group. Coming down a large hill we could see Mt Roland looming up high in front of us only a few kilometers away. The ride down to the valley floor and back up again was good fun.
We stopped at the look out and looked down on the valley below. You could see the road winding down the hill in the photo below was the same section that I stopped to take a photo on, in the photo above.
Mt Roland
We continued on down the back of the mountain range with more superb sets of twisties. The road was just about deserted everywhere we have hardly seen any traffic since we left the highway at Burnie. We did come upon a truck in the twisties but he moved over and let us all through, not before the mighty crossplane surprised the f*ck out of him.
Making our way into Deloraine it was still only just after lunch, so we got into our rooms and dumped some of our gear and continued on up towards Exeter and Beaconsfield.
Deloraine Hotel
Main St Deloraine
On the way to Exeter I felt a huge thump on my leathers right near my neck. Shortly after there was a painful stinging sensation in my neck. Swiping frantactly at my neck I quickly pulled over to look in the mirror, feels an awful lot like a bee sting, lucky I'm not allergic to them, just the pain from them. I couldn't find the sting as I might have brushed it off before I stopped but boy it was hurting for a while.
We made our way into Greens Beach was was quiet and relaxed looking place. There was not a sole on the beach except a guy walking his dog. Such a beautiful place. All the beaches we saw were all deserted across the whole island as well as most of the lakes, it was a bit bizarre really.
Greens Beach
We returned to Deloraine via an alternate route out of Beaconsfield which was also very twisty through the hills and farming land, quite a nice little ride.
We are staying 2 nights in the Deloraine Hotel. It was a nice central location in the northern part of the island for days trips out and it turned out to be a great decision. It was a great little pub the rooms had been recently done up and were clean and the beds were in good condition. The bathrooms had all be refurbished and were brand new. A single room was only $50 per night. Bargain really. You can contact the Deloraine hotel on 03 6362 2022 they are highly recommended.
Map Reference - two maps as there were too many way points for google to calculate