It was a great evening in the Mole Creek Caravan Park and we spent some time talking with John and Penny, retired marine zoologists. I was really inspired by their knowledge and passion for nature. Our restful sleep on the banks of Sassafras Creek was interrupted early in the morning by a nest of excited native hens, they sounded like newly weds on a brass bed that needed oiling!
An early start had its advantages; It was so quiet and there was no traffic. As the fog rolled in and settled around us, we climbed higher into the sunshine and the Gog Range. At one point we stopped in clear air to look down on the fog below and it was beautiful.
The climbing continued, all 781 meters of it in beautiful forest country, allowing us satisfying glimpses of the valley below. It was tough going and lots of little breaks were required to catch our breath.
A roller coaster run down through The Promised Land and Paradise before another testing climb uphill and then the drop down into Sheffield.
Tea and Raisin Toast never tasted so good at the Blacksmith Gallery Cafe in Sheffield. Sheffield boasts it is a Mural Town. We wandered the streets with Taiwanese and American tourists taking in the sights of this quaint Kentish village. We found no real accommodation for cyclists in Sheffield. We could of mixed it with the self contained RV people down at the Showgrounds but there was no cover or toilets there. At the information centre we were told that the Railton Hotel allows people to use there facilities and camp out the back of the pub for free.
We took the downhill backroad into Railton past the monument to one Norman Sykes. A cyclists and philanthropist who as a legacy donated 15 hectares of native bushland to the young people of Railton.
Its beginning to rain quite steadily now but we are well set up out back of the pub in our Muttha Hubba tent, looking forward to a counter meal at the Railton Hotel tonight. Devonport Tomorrow.