02 Mar

Bibbulmun – S3 – Collie

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28 February – 2 March 2019 | Days 11 – 13

Kilometres 318.2 – 389.5 >>> 71.3 (44.3 mi)

I slept in a little and was lazy lying in bed.

Eventually the thirst for coffee drove me out and I walked into town. I found the Wagon 537 at the Central Park, an old railway carriage that had been transformed into a cafe, and enjoyed a hot cup.

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The Premier Hotel from the Central Park.

I hung out for a while and explored the centre. Eventually though I just walked over to the supermarket, got some supplies, and then made my way back to the caravan park, where I spent the rest of the day.

The next morning I got up surprisingly early for town. I guess I was eager to get back to the bush.

First I walked the almost 3 km (1.8 mi) back to the main trail and then turned south. Shortly after I crossed the Collie River via the Mungalup Road.

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Remnants of an old bridge in the Collie River.

The scenery wasn’t very bush, but it was rural enough and most importantly: beautiful.

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Wait, what? There’s a walking trail here?

I had quite a few road walks, but it was all quiet dirt roads, so not too painful. The best thing was that I was out of the densely overgrown bush I’d been fighting through north of Collie.

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Looking towards Mumballup from Clear Hill.

I reached the Noggerup campsite, just south of Mumballup, at 6:20 pm, had dinner, and went to bed.

I woke up in the morning and it was freezing cold. My thermometer on my watch told me that it was 5° C (41° F). So I snuggled up in my sleeping bag and slept in a little, until it had warmed up again. Didn’t make it on to the trail until almost half eight.

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Looking across a vineyard, north of Balingup.

The day was supremely unspectacular. Not that it was bad, but nothing actually happened, and none of the scenery was really amazing. It was probably just me though. For some reason I wasn’t in my happy place. I ended up cutting the day short and set up a stealth camp in the bush somewhere north of Balingup at twenty to five. I’d still managed to get 35.5 km (22.1 mi) in, so I guess it wasn’t that bad.