Pt 2. Carinyah to Wungong camp.

I slept in my tent last night; but without the flysheet since I was inside. I also set it up on the top bunk…just in case a rabid kangaroo or koala came lurking in the night.


Actually, the real reason I put up the tent was my unfounded fear of that Australian monster of the bush I’d read about – the Huntsman Spider – they’re big, they’re very fast and they sport venomous fangs that can pierce through skin.


Ok, so the venomous Hunstman is restricted to only 1 of 150 species or so found throughout Australia. Still, I wasn’t taking any chances. Better a live wussy than a dead one; so my reasoning goes. (disclaimer: that’s not mine or anyone’s hand that I know… pic stolen off the web 🙂


Today’s ride is a short-ish one to the next campsite – Wungong, about 30 kms. So I take my time enjoying my breakfast. After the oat porridge, the coffee ritual is a slow one – the grinding, the boiling of water, the brewing and finally sipping the brew.

The smell of coffee in the morning is a very powerful motivator. Complement that with the sharp, chilly morning air and the beautiful silence that pervades the bush, and one can only feel a great sense of content. Life at its simplest needs very little.

Sandy, on the other hand, is all packed (4 panniers, 1 dry bag, 1 handlebar bag, 1 backpack) and ready to hit the trail while I’m still spooning in my porridge.

So off he goes. We agree to meet up at Wungong at the end of the day.

At Munda Biddi campsites, visitors are encouraged to register themselves in the guestbook, and leave comments, among other things including playing cards, lighters etc. in the box provided.


The ride to Wungong is via the existing Carinyah Trail.

Welcome to Munda Pea-ddi.


Today, I expect to get my first taste of the dreaded pea gravel I’d read so much about. Many sections of the trail are covered with this loose stuff and makes for some interesting riding, especially when going uphill. (I’d forgotten to take a shot of the pea gravel so I stole this off the web… again. Thanks Google)

Barely a kilometre from the campsite, I negotiate a pea-gravelled corner and down I go like a sack of, well, peas.

It doesn’t help that my rear setup is top-ass-heavy, thanks to my sleeping gear in a dry bag sitting high on the rear rack.

Ball bearings would be another accurate description of pea gravel – very wanting in traction.

If it’s thinly spread, it’s quite rideable but still iffy, just don’t corner too fast, like I did. If it’s a couple of inches deep, it will suck your tyres in.


Sections of the trail often cross the main road. In this instance, it’s the Albany Highway.



The rest of today’s ride is quite eventful and I reach Wungong earlier than expected, although I did take the slightly easier touring route. The sun is also in hiding today. Dark clouds loom heavy in the distance and I’m praying they won’t come my way.

Wungong campsite is deserted as I ride in. The building is an exact replica of Carinyah camp except it has less open space surrounding it and more vegetation. One that really stands out is the Australian grass tree (Xanthorrhoea).


Matured grass trees are often more than 100 years old. They’re very hardy, and even bush fires find it hard to extinguish the life out of them — after a fire, their blackened stumps will simply regrow the grassy leaves and they’re back in business.

I come across many splendid specimens of grass trees as I ride into Wungong camp.

I’m expecting a rousing welcome from my new mate Sandy but he’s nowhere to be seen. That’s strange. He left earlier than me.

An hour later, he arrives — he’d taken a wrong turn and rode a lot more kilometres than he was supposed to.

Tonight I will be a little braver – the Huntsman was nowhere to be seen so I decide to sleep on just the Thermarest instead, in my sleeping bag, of course … but still on the upper bunk, just in case a rabid kangaroo or koala comes lurking around at night.

Next: Wungong to Dandalup campsite

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