The river that Darryn made infamous - the start of the great tow !
The deep hole mid-way was intimidating . Chest deep water ( well chin deep for Craig and Bruce ) was a challenge so each bike had to be carried through by four riders in order to avoid drowning them . The water was warm , had a sandy bottom and fortunately no Crocs this year . Further on was the stick bridge pictured elsewhere . Riding this was a matter of confidence which most mastered without a thought whereas on YouTube , there are videos of very unsuccessful attempts . Wet through , the team raced on to more sand trails revelling in the open Woodhill-like terrain . Here my guiding angel ( son Chris who I brought over to look after me ) gave me the thumbs up at around 100km / h to see if all was OK . My thumbs up was not the signal I thought as he took it for
all good . He changed down and accelerated into the distance at well over 130km / h to catch up with the racers . It left me a little deflated , but I had to keep the 100km / h pace up as Gerred , Larry and Chris C were putting the pressure on from behind . We pulled into Punsand Beach ‘ Resort ’ in Cape York , just as the sun was setting . Camp set up for the last time in rain was a bit miserable , but the hearty meal at the Punsand Beach restaurant made up for it , along with a well-deserved refreshment . Most ended with wet sleeping bags and damp clothing , but there was no more camping so it didn ’ t matter .
REACHING CAPE YORK The last day is a quick hour ’ s trip up to the tip of Cape York . Once at the car park , it was a
Croc bait ...
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