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260326 Waikerie to Barmera: Wind, Lock, and Lake

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I caught the ferry back over the river.  I'm running out of ferries over the Murray: there's only one left now. My ride. Welcome swallows hitching a ride. Graham jumped out of his car to say hello when he saw me on Devlin Pound Road after catching the ferry back across the river in the morning. "I was on the ferry with you this morning and I really wanted to ask you what you're doing. So what are you doing?" I was really tempted to tell him I was swimming the English Channel, but I stuck with the obvious. We had a good old chat beside the road. Graham was with the RFS and they were on flood watch as the waters from the last rsin event out in the desert crept across the thirsty earth toward the Murray. "They're worried it will cut the Goyder Highway at Cadell Ck," said Graham. "I don't think so. Everything's so dry it's just getting absorbed, even in the hard country." Graham was involved in a straight line speed event at Gardine...
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26/03/26 Cadell to Waikerie: Very Chatty Men.

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Drew, cooking dinner in the Waikerie Echo Park camp kitchen, was over-the-top excited about my bicycle ride. "Love!" He called to his partner who was trying to cook their dinner.  "Love, listen to this!  We could do this!  We could ride our bicycles to Perth next time we go!"  Love demonstrated a remarkable lack of interest. and concentrated on not burning the steak.  Drew got even more excited.  "Stay here and watch the footy with us!"  He was gathering a group of campers to watch footy and drink beverages in the camp kitche.  "I'll video you and you can talk about your trip.  It'll go viral!' Nope.  Nope, nope, nopetty nope. "I have to make a phone call," I said, and scurried away as quickly as I could. It was the day for chatty and enthusiastic men. Morning light on the Cadell cliffs. A motorbike gang joined me on the ferry as I left Cadell.  The fellow next to me was very chatty  but it was definitely a one-way conversation...
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Morgan to Cadell: Dreaming of Salad Sandwiches

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Well, I'm not exactly speeding up on this ride. I woke to grumbling thunder and splattering rain: not a lot of either but enough to be a bother. I killed time by buying snacks for the journey in the Morgan IGA, which wasn't the most inspiring of shops. "I'll buy lunch at the Cadell General Store,"I thought, dreaming of a juicy salad sandwich. In the mean time a group of us stood patiently at the till waiting for the proprieter who was nowhere to be seen. An old man of questionable moral fibre sized up the situation, grabbed a newspaper and a chocolate bar, and scarpered without paying at all. Rain still fell.  I sat under shelter at the Tourist Information centre and played the Easter Accommodation Treasure Hunt. South Australia's school holidays started at theEaster long weekend and and I didn't have enough arms and legs to pay for accommodation anywhere near the river. Every man, woman, their children, the dog, cat, and chickens were coming to the Riverl...
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