Today was a brilliant day.
We left camp early and climbed a 40km pass on route to Newcombe.
So drenched in sweat it looked like we’d been swimming and in need of nutrition we arrived at the only convenience store within many miles.
It was closed.
A kind man stopped to ask what we were up to and told us there might be a diner open a few miles down the street.
With tightly crossed fingers that these diner owners were not Sunday morning church attendants we luckily found it open and threw budget to the wind ordering omelettes and lemonade.
As so often happens the people around us took a quick interest in these stinking, dirty, homeless English that had disturbed their daily routine. On occasion it’s tough to summon the energy but with our mouths full of egg and soda we set about explaining our plan.
Suddenly cheques donations were thrust at us for our chosen charities and when we tried to pay the bill it had been wavered. High Peaks Kitchen. Amazing. Go there. Have an omelette.
We sailed by some stunning lakes in the afternoon, taking stops to chat to a few cyclists heading the other way. They are always heading the other way… But every single one speaks highly of the experience and sadness that it will soon be ending. Makes you feel lucky to be so near the start.
As evening approached we stocked up on food at the final convenience store opportunity for a while. Again we were approached about our plans and were given a number for a place to stay in Buffalo.
Peddling west looking for a public camp site by Eighth Lake, it was getting late and time to get off the bikes when at last we at last found the site. When we rolled up to the entrance where there was an attendant (odd as most state parks weren’t attended) and a big sign with heavy prices on. The first thought was the dread that we would have to keep peddling on to find a piece of land somewhere. We said to the guy we thought all public state sites were free and he said they are not, but this one would be to us. Cyclists need a rest.
His name was Joshua and we liked him.
Kindness. Shown to us frequently, but today seemed to stand out to us both.
We are never trying to be scroungers, but politely request help when we need it, be it filling water bottles or allowing us a spot to sleep.
Each day on these bikes can be a bit of an emotional roller coaster, but when someones offers you support it never fails to lift your mood and team morale. When you are tired, hungry and far from home it means an awful lot when people believe in what you are trying to achieve and offer you a helping hand.
Where Joshua let us stay.
Beautiful lake. Handsome man. It’s pornography.…