Doom and Gloom...

Yesterday a guy at the pass gave me a rather doom and gloom forecast of raging northerlies, laden with rain lashing the area and strongly advised me to 'hole up' for a day or two at Springs Junction. Well an easy 18km coast down the pass found me eating breakfast at the roadhouse there. No offence to Springs Junction residents, but it wasn't long before I decided to take my chances with the 'raging northerly'

There was in fact a bit of a stiff wind heading my way, but none of the much heralded rain. I would put it somewhere between an inconvenience and a pain, but for the most part the general descent of today's route cancelled out the effects of the headwind. Still with the prophet of doom's voice ringing in my ears, I ploughed on 100k up the road to Murcheson and the comfort of the Commercial Hotel.