Wickepin to Lake Grace

I awoke during the night, very cold, and had to scrabble around to find my socks, pants and jacket. I looked up BOM in the morning and found the reason, it was less than three degrees, and "felt like " .03 !
I went over to the kitchen, and cooked an egg, which I had with a small tin of tuna, in accordance with the current crackpot diet. Octo, the permanent probably thought it a bit strange, as he tucked into his bowl of cornflakes. Octo brings his truck over from NSW to haul grain in the district.
I packed up the bike and headed off for Harrismith, where I thought to spend another night in the caravan park there, but conditions were incredibly good, cool, with a following wind, and I made such good time, that I thought I might as well carry on.

I had a look at lake Toolbin, which we've always just driven past before, because in the car, you just don't want to stop.

There was a great explanation there, about how salt gets into the water table, and hundreds of ducks, I think Musk ducks.

I had an early lunch at Harrismith, and had a look in the little station house, which has pictures of wildflowers and others of the pioneers. They've made quite an effort, for a town with very few people, and I'd like to go and have a proper look in the wildflower season.

So I carried on in the same perfect conditions, and ended up doing 115k, which I think is a record for me on any one day's riding. Just before getting to town, I stopped at the Lake Grace viewing point. How's  this for visual pollution?

The sign is plonked right where you take a photo, threatening people with a fine if they leave rubbish

(which is what the sign is).