Cycling Tour Through the Wine Country of Claire


In the town of Clare, the expedition traded off-road four-wheeled vehicles for off-road two-wheeled vehicles.  Thus the exploration of the Clare wine region began.

An old rail bed provided a perfect pedaling path through the rolling hills and vineyards.

 

 

 

Lord Bailey takes the lead.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Auburn Institute.  A fine old building built for relaxation.

A memorial to World War I.

The World War II memorial.

 

Lucky number 13.

 

 

An old workshop.

 

Winery #2.

 

 

 

Winery #3.

 

The home of the first wine production in the Clare Valley.

A beer brewery.

The beer tasting room.

 

Overland to Claire

Moving on from Port Augusta, the expedition encountered a mountain range.  This was the first major topography the expedition had seen since leaving the Blue Mountains in New South Wales several weeks prior.

 

 

 

Descending into the verdant plains of the Clare Valley.

 

 

 

 

A true bogan vehicle if ever there was one.

 

British Invasion Pool Party

Claire had a few university friends down visiting from London one week. I let slip at a previous party that I had a pool. Before I knew what happened, the British had invaded my pool and our alcohol! My roommate, Jeff had a small stockpile of beer, wine, and a bottle of Vodka I had brought back from the Rome International Airport Duty Free Shop. By the end of the night, all of it was gone. Almost exclusively consumed by the three British lasses that made themselves at home in our pool. Here are a few photos of the evening’s activities.

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Claire striking a pose with my hard hat.

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Jeff testing the waters.

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Jeff was a happy camper.

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Jeff, you missed your true calling in life. You should be a Lineman.

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The damage from the evening. British girls can DRINK!