While Not Working

  There were no factories to wake me up in Walker's Flat, but the pelicans had plenty to say in the early morning.   I caught the ferry back across the river with another chatty ferryman who had started work at midnight and done the graveyard shift.  I don't think many people use the Walkers Flat ferry between midnight and 07:00, when everyone has to go to work and there's a huge rush, at least four cars waiting so I'm told. I didn't even try to ride up the road from the ferry to the top of the cliff and Forster's lookout.  Forster was on this side of the river and Walker Flat was on the other side and goodness me, don't confuse the two.   Looking north, with Walkers Flat ferry visible below. And south. The road meandered along the cliff top with, glory be, both a downhill trend and a tail wind.  I stopped off at the Len Kroehn Lookout, I took river pictures too, but this a glad-I'm-not-on-the-road-at-the-moment picture. and Smoke Signal Hill, wit...

 The sun had barely reached for the snooze button when someone in the factory on the hill turned on loud music and starting banging things. Then the kookaburras joined in and everyone in Bowhill had started the day, whether they wanted to or not. I started the day by cross-training up the hill and riding along the top of the cliffs. Up in the Mallee it was hot, humid, and unseasonably green.  The road, while not as bouncy as yesterday, had sufficient up and down to keep me awake. Then along came a sign exhorting me not to bring any fruit or vegetables into the mid-murray agricultural area, and I had to stop at the top of a hill and dutifully eat my banana. I'm glad I did: two road trains roared past while I was snacking. After 11km I went back to the river at Purnong, and crossed on the ferry. I was the sole passenger and Peter the ferry man was most enthusiastic about my trip. He even stopped the ferry in the middle of the river to allow the best photo opportunities . "Hold...