While Not Working

I bought a billy on  the way out of town, for the express purpose of boiling river water should that be necessary in the coming weeks. The downside to this was that now I'll have to listen to the Billy rattle at every bump for weeks. On the way out of town I also visited Lock 11. Lock 11 was unusual in that the Lock and weir were separated by an island, thus the pelican action was all out of sight. I sat and appreciated the moment: I won't see any more locks once I leave the Murray. I still like SA's signs better. A shared pathway followed the river from the Lock toward Wentworth. It wound gently past tethered houseboats and day use areas, with wide shallow beaches of sand. The Murray was clearer here, without the load of fine, suspended silt that came with the flow from the Darling. Every so often long pipes anchored a pumping station to the river, taking water for irrigation or human use. Merben had a little lookout platform where one could gazed up the river to Mildura w...

 I took my bike to Pedal Attraction for a service and to track down an annoying squeak that had accompanied me since Goolwa. Pedal Attraction did lots of things to make my bike run better, but the source of the squeak eluded them. "I tried everything," said a very frustrated mechanic. "I even thought maybe someone's tracking you with an air tag, but it's not that either." Looks like the squeak is coming with me all the way to Queensland then. Nothing else exciting happened, other than I surfaced from work, went outside for lunch, and found to my horrified delight that the Crime Scene squad was having a little Crime Scene party in/outside one of the motel rooms.   spent my lunch hour peeking through the gauze curtains of my motel room and googling crimes in Mildura, but was none the wiser by the time I had to go back to work. Tomorrow I'll take my final ride along the Murray.