Tough afternoon. More steep climbs and plunging descents. Not the gentle undulations I’d half expected. There’d been a few clues. For, one I was crossing the Herberton Range. Then there was mention in my dubious guide book of Queensland’s highest road. Cie la vie.
But rewarding. No longer the dense, lush, green tropical rainforest. Rather, open pasture. Cattle grazing. Might have been Devon, Somerset. Much of Wales. But for the humidity. And the extreme ultra-violet.
