As the sun came up and started to thaw me out, I rode through dozens of kilometers through beautiful patchworks of green and gold where the canola and wheat criss-crossed the countryside. Alas the appearance is terribly misleading as many of the crops are stunted and already beginning to dry out. In places there are farmers already cutting their losses by cutting the immature crop for hay.
None the less, this is beautiful country. There's a harshness and a brokenness in the nature of the land here which is intrinsically Australian. It's barren, twiggy, prickly, hot and bare. It's the kind of country where you'll never find somewhere comfortable to sit down. It's a beauty which seeps into your soul rather than leaping out and grabbing you. There can't be a better way to get close to it than riding you bike through it.
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I hope the ""Vanishing Point" title doesn't indicate the end of blogscrement.
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