Never mind the previous nights screaming child. Last nights moaning, bellowing and roaring of a stag within 100metres, made your eyes pop open and consider your options. The ‘moaning back’ idea was quickly ruled out. Lying still and listening intently resumed. The stag moved away. It most likely got a whiff of our scent. Fun fact for the day: deer have highly developed noses and can smell things on the wind from almost a kilometre away. We must be smelly.
We broke camp by mid morning and made quick progress up the valley.
Into the clouds we walked. The Lindis Pass had a steady stream of vehicles winding across it. Many were motorhomes, cars with caravans, or SUV’s carting bicycles. We took a break at Lindis Pass summit (971 metres ASL) and in that time, the blue sky emerged.
On the other side of the pass, the road was steeper still. We had lunch at a parking bay. Our recipe in a cup consisted of cold water, mixed in milk powder, Weetbix biscuits 5+, and a scattering of raisins. Satisfaction!
To get to our campsite for the night we were determined to cross the Lindis River. This saved us 16k extra detour walk. The Old Faithful Rd used to have a bridge years ago. Now there was just twisted iron bars and tired concrete pillars as to what once was.
Wearing our faithful crocs we waded across using our mana sticks as a third leg. All went well and before too long we were at the Historic Hotel campsite area. The remnants of the hotel were walls of schist rock cemented together. No roof or doors remained. The kind of place you could check out any time you liked, but you can never leave. We’d get some photos in the light of tomorrow morning.
A 30k day done.
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