We were feeling that we must push on now if we are to see all that there is to see in this vast land. However, as so many adverturers that make there assult on the summit, we came unstuck. We grew tired of the corrogations and the monotonious tarain, so we decided to turn back short of the goal and head toward the Atherton tablelands instead. (There is quite a distance in Queensland's pointy hat from Cooktown leading up to Cape York) Soon after our about face, our bike rack came unstuck. Nor are we sure quite where its unstuckness struck, as it was mounted on the end of the camping trailer and not on the truck (This is becoming slightly too Dr Seuss esk, but the butt of the joke is that we did not hear them go. From the butt of the trailer that is...(To all those who puzzle themselves wheather there is a sound of the tree falling in the forest where there is no one to hear it fall. Well that sound is reverberating throughout God's great unknown along with the sound of our bikes falling off the back of our camping trailer!) Here is a picture of where our bikes used to be. I think it looks rather more tidy now.
Here is the before shot with the droopy rack that we had repaired in Cooktown
And to finish off this post here are a few nature shots that came our way during the day.
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