A good road and a more of less continuous gradual climb up the western fall of the Great Dividing Range to Ravenshoe (the last climb into town was a grind).

Ravenshoe is pretty much at the highest point on the range in this area. In fact the pub at the high end of the street claims to be the highest pub in Queensland.

While having lunch at the local hippie cafe I met Millawinnie (a lady camped next to me at Inot and whose Christian name I saw again in Alaska a month later) and we chatted.

Then it was on to via a winding, rising and falling road through remnant rainforest and dairy farms to finish at Milla Milla.

I had last been in the lush tropical land in 1975 when I had hitch hiked here to see my school friend Des Hill (now a doctor in Cooktown) on his parents dairy farm. Some of the older locals remembered them vaguely.

After setting up camp I walked in to town for dinner at the pub. This used to be a glorious old two story wooden building but it burnt down twenty years ago to be replaced by a non-descript brick single level that would have been at home in the western suburbs of Sydney. The original pub was also memorable as the owner at the time was an Indonesian lady and served Indonesian spiced barramundi. That was mindblowing back in the days before Asian food became common in Australia. The locals did remember her!