MANNANARIE TRAIL

We were outside the Jamestown Bakery. Why is it that all bike rides start or finish at a bakery ? It’s true all calories consumed before or during a ride are not counted in your dietary total and bike riders like sticky buns and coffee.

Anyway, I had our map stretched out and was checking it against a basic PDF that the local council had online. Not a lot of detail but it seemed a simple loop around agricultural land and then heading over the range of hills past the Hornsdale Windfarm.

Robyn gave me a nudge and said “here comes Harry”. I looked up and stopped devouring my particularly sticky bun and saw it was indeed Harry Have-a-chat making a bee line for us. He would surely know the ins and outs of the Mannanarie bike ride. Indeed Harry was the repository of all knowledge and once he had finished educating me on ebikes, weather, Covid and world politics I was able to pop in a question. What’s the road like up around the Hornsdale Loop ? “Boggy red clay roads and windy” was his only information.

Off we set through the town and into open farming country. The track was on well made backroads and easy riding on a slight incline. The most noticeable colour is green. At this time of year and with excellent Winter rains everything is green. The crops are sprouting green, the roadside weeds are green and the moss on the rocks is green; everything is green.

Lots of green allround
Might be windy up on the ridge

We hunted around and eventually found a trail marker, so we knew we were on the right track.

Trail marker found

Stopping to admire old stone wall fencing we discovered that this was the site of the original Belalie School.

Dry stone wall hidden under the grass

Further on we found other historical markers.

Lots of old buildings and objects for Robyn to photograph.

Remnants of the old power system

The first 20km or so were uneventful but that changed when the trail crossed onto a farm track. All red clay and lots of water pooled on the road meant it was no go for us. The red clay will quickly stop any wheels turning if you venture onward. Out with the map and we were able to find an alternative route that would only add a couple of kilometres and bring us to the next section.

Once you start on the Ngadjuri Mail Track the landscape is very different, changing from wide open cropping land to remnant woodlands and steep inclines. The wind was more prominent which is not surprising for a place that has a large Windfarm.

We passed the remnants of farm houses that were abandoned many years ago and they made an interesting backdrop to the huge wind turbines.

This was a majestic homestead in its’ day

The road climbs to the top of the ridge where you can enjoy views across the plains.

After more than 5km of climbing the road heads down onto the foot of the hills and then follows along southward. Huge turbines are all around and makes for an unusual ride.

The last section makes a turn eastward and back over the range to connect with Three Chain Road which is a red clay track. Luckily it was mainly dry and we only had to negotiate a few bog holes.

The old and the new
Fruit trees from the past in blossom

From there it was a straight forward ride southward to join up with the main road into Jamestown and the local Bakery.

All up around 58km most of which was on solid dirt roads. Definitely not a ride to be done in wet weather or after recent rains. A great gravel grind that we found comfortable on mountain bikes.

Lazy Sunday

Yesterdays stormy weather has passed and there was a tiny ray of sunshine poking through. I had thoughts of a Lazy Sunday morning, perhaps stroll along the beachfront and grab a coffee and croissant (with Covid face mask of course) or maybe just lounge around watching the Olympic games telecast.

Sadly it was not to be.
A few deranged paddlers wanted some fun and they all said they only had the early morning free. Lots of excuses.

Steve (King of England) “I have a band practice after lunch”
Philip (Our German Correspondent) “I have to take my son swimming”
Gianni (International Man of Leisure) “I have a new bottle of Grappa that must be sampled”.

Anyway with paddle in hand I lugged my green Jackson kayak down the 5 flights of steps at the appointed hour to get amongst a few badly formed waves. It turned into a lot of fun with all of us getting hammered whilst trying to master the ocean. Luckily we were able to get a few snippets of video to make it all worthwhile.

Hope you had a nice Lazy Sunday.
Ian and Robyn (camera operator)

The Kayak Launch

It’s a nice day with almost no wind and we decided to go for a paddle on the sea. Great idea ! The first thing you have to master is the “Kayak Launch” so that you can get out there and enjoy the fun times.

Charles on our “Sunday Sea Sojourn”

There’s all sorts of tips and tricks on internet media but a picture tells a thousand words (apparently) so here’s a few photos from Ian, Philip, Charles and Mike to show you how it’s done.

First make sure there are no small waves coming.

Ian (L) and Philip (R) show excellent wave judgment

Remember a support stroke might be needed to stabilise your kayak.

Ian effects a support stroke

Don’t worry if water splashes over you, it’s a wet sport.

Sometimes the wave might slightly impede your forward motion.
If a wave splashes towards you remember to close your mouth

When approaching a small wave lean forward to keep the kayak on an even keel.

Mike keeping it under control and on an even keel

Hope you have a nice day.
Ian, Philip, Mike, Charles and Robyn (our Photographer)

Adventures in Paradise

Cambridge English Dictionaryparadise noun usually singular, a place or condition of great happiness where everything is exactly as you would like it to be:

The water was clear giving a fish eye view as we powered along over the sea bed of sand, sea grass and shells. Paddling on the edge of the mangrove forest the water was clear but changeable in depth. One minute you felt like the bottom was rising up to meet you and next it was dropping away into the green depths.

We normally spend our kayaking time in deeper waters and often offshore, however the weather has not been kind these last few days, which is what you expect in the first month of Winter. So closer inshore was our best option and a great place to see the local birdlife.

There was a splash behind us and a fin speared past into deeper water. It seems that the local Bottle Nosed Dolphin pod was also patrolling along the mangrove forest. I readied my camera which meant they immediately bolted out of range.

We had a view of the mangrove forest

Did I hear singing coming from somewhere deep in the mangroves ? Was I imagining things ? It sounded like an aboriginal song and hopefully it wasn’t the local Barngala Aboriginal group singing to the dolphins and sharks to herd the fish in closer to shore where they could spear them. I’m all in favour of dolphin encounters, and welcome their appearance but I sure don’t want to see a sharks’ fin surface next to me. I think my paddling partner, Robyn, would blame me for an shark appearance.

We nudged into a small opening and found a creek that led deeper into the mangroves. There was evidence of past human use of the creek with a boat launching ramp now laying in disrepair.

The creek winds through the forest
A now abandoned launching area
Crystal clear water and lots of small fish darting about
Oyster catchers feeding in an open section of mangroves

A great day exploring the coast even if the weather was at times overcast and the temperature calling for gloves and beanie. Sometimes you need to get up close and personal to appreciate the aquatic environment.

This was an “Adventures in Paradise”. Paradise for the local Bottle Nosed dolphins; Paradise for the fish and other species that breed in the shallows; Paradise for the birds overhead and those foraging in the shallows; Paradise for us paddlers exploring along the coastline. Paradise because Spencer Gulf is uncrowded on the land as well as the water. Paradise because not only were we able to explore by kayak but the area hosts the worlds’ largest aggregation of the Australian Giant Cuttlefish.


Paradise also because COVID has been spreading in the other Australian states and South Australia had no local transmissions, so we have little in the way of restrictions. Something that won’t last forever given the state of the world.

After our kayak sessions we greeted the Giant Cuttlefish in their own environment, which is freezing cold in June. Donning every piece of wetsuit we owned gave us an hour of intrigue watching the mating ritual of the Cuttlefish. Seems a pity that the male mates and then dies 🙂

Remnants of a southern ocean swell meant slightly less than perfect visibility and a surge rolled us around somewhat.

I had only a small point and shoot waterproof camera so please excuse the average quality photos. Unfortunately I managed to drown another SLR camera recently (my second Nikon AW1) whilst filming fur seals playing under my kayak. I think it will be a return to a Canon unit for me.

There must be millions of these guys along the coast
Hey this guy was red a minute ago…now he’s blue

Sometimes the Cuttlefish were just as curious about us as we were of them. This one got up close and personal.

Who’s more curious ?

Here’s a link to a video I took previously in the area.

For you older folk out there, does anyone remember the TV show “Adventures in Paradise” which screened from 1959 to 1962. I certainly remember the adventures of the yacht Tiki 3 as it plied the South Pacific trade route. Starring James Holden, Gardner McKay and Lani Kai I must of had an interest in the sea at a very very early age.

It’s time for us to leave the ocean and head inland. Mountain Bike rides are always an Adventure in Paradise, especially when we can enjoy some trails in the northern Flinders Ranges.

Cheers
Ian and Robyn

Going Solo

My memory is still quite good, well I hope so anyway; it’s just the rest of the body that’s feeling the effects of time. It’s 1982 (I think) and the day is slightly overcast but at least the wind had dropped overnight. I slid the kayak into the water and checked and rechecked all my gear. No need to turn on any of those electronic gadgets to track my speed and distance as I didn’t have any. Were GPS units even invented then ? I had a small deck mounted compass and a map in a plastic bag and that was it. The kayak was an ancient “Sea Leopard” that was interesting to paddle but it’s low deck meant you were always in for a wet ride and the hatches were not exactly waterproof.

This was my first solo paddle of any note. A crossing of Backstairs Passage to Kangaroo Island and return with a favourable tide later in the afternoon. Actually it remains one of the few times I have set to sea by myself. Mostly I have been part of a pod or at least one other, so there has always been someone to sing along with.

Solo paddling adds another dimension to the adventure of being at sea in a small craft well out of sight of land. So when I see a young paddler pushing the boundaries and paddling open water crossings solo I am very much in awe. Even more so when James Fishers decides to make a series of videos on the way.

Here’s a link to his Youtube videos of his trip across Spencer Gulf from Pt Lincoln to Innes National Park. I hope you enjoy his “home movies”.
Cheers
Ian Pope