Day 171 into Nundle

NSW Day 29 Thursday 11th November, 2021 28.6km

3538.4 / 1557.5km

Morning view

Everything is wet. The rain has stopped and I pack up in the mist. I'm hoping for a mad dash to get me into Nundle early afternoon. There are weather warnings everywhere but it's still at the moment.

I like these type of mornings. The first truck passed me before 6. The only cars I expect to see are the forestry workers harvesting the pine.

Plenty of water

I manage a good pace with planned stops at certain points. I'm in the zone when a car pulls up and we have a chat. He is working on a property and has come up to get a part from a shed on another property up here. He is not going into Nundle but offers a lift a couple of kilometres to his turn off. I accept and he takes me far enough that he has saved over an hour of walking. He thinks the rain will come in after lunch and plans to be back down in Gloucester before then. He tells me they had about 60mm of rain and are expecting double that today. We part and I head off.

Mary Ashton, wife of the founder of Ashton's
ircus died at 19

9.30 am I'm hungry and have to stop. It's while I'm having breakfast a car heading out of Nundle goes past but stops up the road and turns round. The driver wanted to see if I was OK. Him and his two mates have a talk then pose for a selfie with me then go on their way. I think they are forestry blokes. Big enough to cart around tree stumps. Never felt like a small old man before standing next to these blokes. Are they called Lumberjacks? I always wanted be a Lumberjack. I'd wear high heels, suspenders and a bra. Just like my dear Mama. (Monty Python)

Town of hanging rock

Back on the road I get the feeling I'm going to make it to town before anything major comes.

At the end of the forestry road is a place called Hanging Rock. I visit the cemetery and read up a little bit. I don't bother going to the lookout. I could just post the Kroombit top lookout photo.... just cloud. But as I go down the range I get a view. I stop at 11am at a turn in for a minutes silence, Lest We Forget.

The weather is slowly building as I inch closer to town. I finally walk into Nundle and as I am looking in my pack for my wallet it starts drizzling. It didn't stop after that all night and into the following morning. So I was pretty chuffed I had made it. The lift in the middle saved me walking in the rain. The rain continued into the afternoon and got heavier as the evening progresses. I was booked into a cabin at the caravan park and I was able to spread my gear out to dry. It looks like heavier rain towards the coast and south of here.

Finally get a view