Day 270
We had a late start this morning. As any traveling couples, we have fought over trivial things, and made up and moved on once we were fed and well rested. Today was one of those days.
Luckily, our destination for today – Bowen was not too far away, and it has the best pie in the universe as Mick strongly recommended. The pies from the local bakery called Jochheim’s Pies were indeed the best of all pies that we have ever had so far – wholesome fillings enveloped in flaky pie crust. 4 pies later, we agreed on finding a caravan park in town and calling it a day.
After we set up camp at Wangaratta Caravan Park, we had a lovely walk on the beach with a cup of ginger ale, our new favorite drink by mixing water and ginger cordial. The sand had a metallic shine under the setting sun, and there were many sand dollars to be collected. Why did we even start the quarrel? At this point, after yet another glorious day riding around, neither of us could remember.
