Monday the 18th of May 2015 – Tenterfield to Wylie Creek

I wake up in the showground of Tenterfield. I wonder whether I should I go to the pharmacy or not to get my thumb checked. I decide not to and instead eat a second breakfast at the local Cafe.
I progress slowly in the morning and it gets better later on. Apparently the trail started to go downhill but I didn’t notice it with the undulations.

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There was 20 of them, all lined up in a field. An open air museum in a way.

There was 20 of them, all lined up in a field. An open air museum in a way.

Around midday I meet Tim on the road. Tim is a solo trekker, going South to North, just like me, but without a bike. I could recognise him from far away. He has got long hair, a cap, and is walking on the right side of the road. I actually haven’t seen any trekkers since the Alpine trail. I was expecting to see Tim as John told me yesterday he was really not far ahead of me.
We walk together, me pushing my bike, and I share my food for lunch. He seems happy and I’m satisfied I can finally return the favour. So far I have been the one who gets fed.
I make it to the campsite early. I’m feeling pretty relaxed this afternoon. It wasn’t a hard day and for the first time in days I was off the highway and much warmer thanks to some good weather. It has drastically changed my mood.
I get on to preparing the camp, gathering firewood so that Tim and I can stay warm. I’m once again happy that I can help someone by preparing the campsite. Feeling useful is a good thing. Intuitively though, I decide not to set up my tent and wait for Tim, just in case he has an input about where to camp. I was right to do so. When Tim arrives, he tells me that he has been offered fresh food down the road for dinner. I repack and join him. In no time, he has already made it to the house, 1 km down the road. It’s a family of 4. We are welcome to stay in the small house where the grandpa used to live. It has an ensuite bathroom.
At the dinner table, Tim is conversing with ease about cattle and farming. I’m mostly listening, and learn a few things. It’s amazing how little some farmers can earn and survive on, yet still offer hospitality to two strangers.
Later on at night, Tim and I would eat again, our metabolism is working at its best. We laugh that we are both the same with regards to food. We eat as long as there is some available. It is hard to stop.
Tim and I compare our habits, and lifestyles on the trail. We both obsess about food, the time of the day, and the number of kilometres covered per day. It’s very reassuring to see we are going through similar things. I’m not all that crazy, we all do the same stupid things like looking at our watch every 2 minutes or thinking all day about which dinner to eat tonight and if we should save our favourite food or eat it today.
It was a pretty fun day.

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