Picnic area – Old petrol station (Washington) – 96 km
By evening, a massive storm rolled in. Upon waking at around 8h00 the following
morning, with rain dripping on the tent, I crawled back into the sleeping bag.
Eventually, the rain abated, and goats and sheep came wandering past. It
must’ve been 12h00 before our tents had dried and we could resume our ride,
and what a lonely stretch of road it turned out.
Little life was seen along the way, and there were fewer places to fill up with
water. By day’s end, I was entirely out of fluids, and happy when a disused petrol
station with a still-functioning tyre repair workshop came into view. As they had
water it made an excellent place to pitch the tents. However, I realised one would
have to be more careful conserving water on such a desolate stretch of road.