Best laid plans....the bridge from hell...
So I email riding buddy for a trip up the across the Daintree to Cape Tribulation. ( this is all named by Captain Cook way back when he had his share of issues on this coast - trapped and holed by the barrier reef ).
Hey look -
no rain and so far it's been a very dry wet season.
I ask him if he thinks this bridge will be an issue.
I'd found it a bit treacherous a couple of weeks ago and of course there is this problem with telephoto lens.
Nah says he - "I'll be fine. Looks" okay. Yeah it does eh......
So we meet up at the little town of Mossman just north of where he is located in the resort community of Port Douglas ( jet set stop over ).
I sort of do a double take as he happens to ride the same year and model of Burgman 650 as I do in Canada. Odd sort of disconnect every time we went to the bikes.
Great temp, mix of cloud and sun and a total treat. Looked up on Trip Advisor a place to have a bite and the reviews were raving about this little hole in the wall.
Now I'd stopped for coffee in Mossman before and think Northern Ontario circa 1960 so I was a tad surprised at the raves.
damn if they were not spot on. Fellow rider Bruce was suitably impressed as well as he's from cafe culture Melbourne where the competition is fierce. Brilliant coffee, poached eggs on ciabatta done just right and served amazingly quick. Be back for sure and lots to try on that menu.
So fed and watered we head out north to the ferry - some showers visible but we seem to be skirting them....radar is not perfect after all. Cross the ferry and Bruce figures he at least will put on his rain pants as he's in jeans. I just get wet then dry off.
He leads so he can set his own pace and he's rocking along quite nicely on the rather rough twisty road - lots of blind corners and steep climbs and descents over the Noah range - the Burgman is great as he never has to shift - I'm busy stirring up and down from 1st through 3rd tho the KLR floats over the speed bumps meant to calm traffic around the cassowary areas. It's dense rain forest on the left continuing on down to the ocean on the right as we head north. It's about 35 twisty km to Cape Tribulation..(you can see some of the road and views earlier in this thread) and it was raining a bit harder so no pics today and I had lots.
BTW it's raining harder and rain forest and warmth = foggy shields.
We wind our way up and I'm thinking that bridge should be soon as we are getting close to the paved end at Cape Tribulation ( it's four wheel drive beyond that and only in the dry season. )
I'm maybe 30 meters behind him as we see the bridge and fighting the fogging and slow right down and he merrily rambles across and realizes just what he is on....no it's NOT just a small bridge a few meters across!!!
The short little bridge that appears in the photo?? Well I took these on the way back.
It's pouring, he has sunglasses on that are fogged and his shield is fogged....this is what he is on .......sans the cones....
Turns out this was the day to begin fixing this nightmare but we got there before the repair guys and before any warning cones were set..
Of course the short little bridge from the telephoto shot.....well tis a tad longer and way more gnarly.
I see Bruces brakelights about 2/3 of the way across as he realized what he had gotten into.
Single lane, huge gaps, the plywood was buckling into the gaps, a 6" high safety barrier
and a largish stream about 10' below.!!!!! Of course having been to the croc farm we are mindful of being a snack as well for that which dwells in streams here.
Yikes....!
had he put a front wheel into one of those gaps..........
I was quite impressed that he rode it as far as he did and then paddled the rest of the way. I paddled across entirely as the ruts in the plywood ran all directions and the knobby had no purchase on the slippery wood. Credit to the Burgman and the rider to get mostly across on two wheels.
It's now pouring so with nasty thoughts of having to go BACK across that we soldier on north to the cafe at the end of the pavement.
Totally drenched and cursing the radar.....
Girl says....yeah ...it's only raining here according to the devious sprite running the radar. Some food and decent coffee and bit of a dry off we swing back towards home.
Now the warning cones are up and we discuss best method. Fortunately traffic was light and we let a few vehicles go .....Bruce paddled and I kept the bike steady with the passenger grip so at least he would fall inward - we took the right hand lane....it was even hard to walk and a couple places it was even hard for him to find a spot to put his feet down and who knew when the plywood would fracture more under narrow mcycle tires.
Across okay and the KLR was easy but we did it the same way ....I had a bit more directional control with the knobby so could stay on the left of the plywood giving me better places to footplant.
I imagine there were quite a few bicycles walked carefully across that bridge in the last few weeks as it's a popular destination.
It clearly has been failing as those big gaps were not there last year and there was this large pile of steel on the side of the road.
Could have been a nasty situation but turned out okay. Kudos to my fellow rider in not panicking and getting stopped safely and then across. :clap:
Once across the bridge south bound the weather cleared and we were almost dry. Decided to see what Cow Bay was about ...just a 5 km paved road down to the ocean. Nice little lush agricultural valley with a Robinson Crusoe beach at the end. Lovely spot.
Was pouring again so we parked the bikes under the forest edge
and wandered down to the beach which was complete with croc warnings, stinger warnings ( including the bottle of vinegar ) but otherwise soooo inviting.
and I'm sure it would be in the dry season.
Boogied back up to the main road where it finally stopped raining entirely and had good fun on the twisties on the way back. Bit easies on the other side of the road tho lost the front tire a bit on one still slippy bit.
Crossed the ferry in the sunshine and rode into Daintree Village on some lovely sweepers that were great fun. New and grippy pavement even tho it was still damp.
Very small main street. Hit a cafe and dined on the local widlife and fruits.
Croc burger with mango smoothies
and good time was had by all.....despite the bridge from hell.