I left Busselton at 9:40, 708. The wind was still from the west but not too bad. I only had 26 km to go. I went along the coast until I had to turn south (left) and find the main road. I had a rest at 723 and arrived in Dunsborough at 734, 11:23.

There was a notice on the original front entrance saying that the reception area had been moved, and it took me a while to find it. I apologised for being early, before official check-in time, and the girl said no problem, she would move my room to one that was ready. I thanked her and paid in advance for 2 nights (Unit 11, $90 per night) and found my way to my room, which was conveniently next to the pool and spa. The room was spacious and there was an openable window with a flyscreen. There was also a smoke detector and a notice that said 'No Smoking' but that was solved by smoking sitting on a chair in the bathroom with the fan on, from which I could still watch the TV. This was more worthwhile than in other places because there were two channels of in-house videos. The videos ran on a weekly program changed each month. Many of them were crap (Paris Hilton in 'House of Wax') but some were good, though one 'The Assassination of Richard Nixon' was very depressing and too late to watch, or too early during the day, so I only saw a bit of it.

I decided to get some drinks and get food for breakfast and set off straight away for Cape Naturaliste. It was only 13 km but there would be some climbing, and I planned to take a 6km diversion to see Sugarloaf Rock.

During winter I went to the football at Claremont oval, thence to Charlie's hospital to visit Liz. Somewhere on this journey I lost the visor from my bike helmet. It was a clip-on and somehow got clipped off and I never found it again.

Just outside the Dunsborough bakery, on a wall, I found a bike-helmet visor. There were no people or bikes around so I put it in my pocket. When I got back to the unit I found that it fitted my helmet perfectly. It was indeed from the same brand of helmet, a Rosebank. This was a relief because the lack of a visor didn't matter while I was heading south and west, but heading north and east, as I would be after Dunsborough, the sun would be in my face. So, this visor appeared at exactly the right time.

I left everything in the unit except essential items, drinks, spare tubes and pump, map, fags and drinks, which I put into the small backpack. Being still unfamiliar with the new roads around Dunsborough and having no up-to-date map I took a slightly long way around to get to the new main road to the Cape. I should have just turned into Dunn Bay Road and turned right onto the main road.

Anyway I reached the Meelup Beach turnoff at 739, Sugarloaf Road at 745.7, the lookout at 748.6. It was well worth the visit. I took a lot of pictures.

There was a steep curving descent to the car park, and I walked up most of this on the way back, but after that it was mostly downhill to the main road, which I reached at 751.5, turned left and resumed my ride to the Cape.

On the way to Sugarloaf Rock I had passed a whole patch of blue orchids, so I stopped to take some pictures.

It didn't take long to reach the car park for the lighthouse and walk trails, though there was a hard climb at the end. I locked the bike and proceeded down the same track as last time.

Had I looked more carefully at the map I might have taken the eastern walk trail, just to do something different. By the time I got back to this point and noticed that there was a walk trail to the east I was a bit tired and worried about how long it would take me to get back to Dunsborough, having to climb what had been steep descents.

Anyway I enjoyed the walk, took some pictures.

I went further than I had in 2000, took the longer trail, since in 2000 I had done this as part of a day's ride, starting at Dunsborough, going back through Dunsborough and thence on to Busselton, with a full load of luggage. I had more time and less load and less distance to go on this day. I took a rest at a point that had a seat and rail for viewing. I got lost when the walk trail petered out in an area known as the Far Side of the Moon, being bare broken limestone with no plants and little sand to show footprints. I took a long climb straight back up the hill towards the vegetation, where I could see a post sticking up, and finally got back on the track.

I got to the point where there is a little wooden shelter and a wooden walkway along the cliff to view things from a height. It was described as a whale watch platform, and someone said they could see whales, but they were way out and could have been just whitecaps.

I walked back and found my way to where I had left my bike. I finished off the last of the orange juice and addressed the task of getting back to Dunsborough. Actually it took only 35 minutes, the steep climbs I had worried about were easier than expected because they tended east and the fresh westerly helped me for a change. I got back to the motel well before 5 pm.

I took a dip in the freezing pool, then jumped into the spa. It stung me all over at first, but in a pleasurable way, because I was chilled from the pool. I stayed in the spa a long time.

I went to the Big Pig Pizza and got one. I went and bought a litre of Harvey's choc milk while I was waiting for the pizza to be ready. Then I settled down to an evening of TV and lounging about.

Reading at Dunsborough, end of day: 767. Km for day: 59. Aggregate: 366. Km/day: 61.