What a fantastic weekend to be out on a bike. Cold morning air, cloudless blue skies, no fixed destinations and a GPS trail of some of the most fun single track in the Hunter Valley begging you to go explore.
In order to prepare for my Trans Oz shennanigans, I decided to head out on the bike on Friday night for a weekend of bikepacking. Flogger has steadily been accumulating his own gear upon the reasoning that he likes riding and likes camping so surely the two could only be a good thing. He came along on the first night to whet his appetite for riding adventures and was all smiles when I saw him on sunday which can only be a good thing.
There were numerous highlights to the trip but those that spring foremost to mind include:
1. Having the forethought to pack a long neck stubbie holder (thanks Jurdy) which enabled me to arrive at the top of sugarloaf and enjoy an ice cold Coopers overlooking the city lights.
2 Rolling into Killingworth and discovering a veritable ‘sausage fest’ of teenagers in 4×4’s gathering beneath a freeway overpass. Now I’m sorry, but when your life is so devoid of meaning that your idea of a good time is to hang out under an overpass in the middle of no-where then it is time to discover some aspirations
3. Suffering temporary nerve damage in my thumb. Not from an epic over the bars or similarly impressive crash, but from a rubber band that I idly slipped over my wrist while setting up my bivvy that I awoke in the early hours of the moring to shooting pain in my hand and numbness/tingling in the lateral portion on of my right thumb. Of all the stupid things to do….
4. A breafast pie at West Wallsend on Sat morning in the sunshine. Oh yeah!
5. Pushing up something that could loosely be described as a road which has seen horrendous water damage in sugarloaf conservation area. It hurt.
6. My best crash of the whole trip. Rolling across a wide smooth creek bed I quickly discovered it was actually made out of quicksand as my front wheel sunk to the hub and ejected me over the bars where my arms sunk up past the elbows and my helmet left an impression in the bank. Freaking hillarious.
7. Re-navigating a section of the upcoming ‘HuRT’ off the GPS with barely an error or cause for consternation. What I had feared would be a virtual impossibility given the maze of trail and low sample rate from my device was actually really easy. Hallaleujah
8. Arriving at Darby’s Pies at Abermain and enjoying a Pie and 2 of the best Vanilla Slices I have ever had thanks to the lovely Nelly.
9. Getting to the end of the single track section and feeling completely smashed and knowing that I had at least 50 k’s with some BFO hills to go before I would make the camp site for the night. I wasn’t sure it was going to happen.
10. The look on the guys faces at Ellalong pub as I restocked on water when I said I was heading to the pines (actually, I was planning on riding well past the pines). I’m pretty sure they thought they were going to be the last person to see me alive. They started to tell me the distances involved thinking I was a muppet who had never been through anything like this before and I politely thanked them and set off into the night.
11. Stopping to put on chain lube half way up Heaton Rd when I couldn’t take the squeaking as I grovelled along in a hypoglycaemic stupor. This was accompanied by the best damn brownie I have ever eaten brought to you by Abermain Darby’s Pies.
12. Arriving at the Pines and discovering 600 camping Motorbike riders, a full on rock concert and general mayhem. It would have been fascinating to stop and watch for a while but I had a date with a camp site and the bike wasn’t going to pedal itself there. Besides, I suspect I would have been the odd one out wearing Lycra in Flanno and Ugg boot heartland.
13. Skipping the single track sections through to my camp site. With a bar light that failed to illuminate the 2m in front of my wheel due to cut off by the bar bags, a front brake that was no longer working, flying solo and feeling tired, it was an act of self restraint/preservation that was unusual wise for yours truly.
14. Setting up camp on Sat night, eating noodles, rice, chocolate and anything else that I could find.
15. Leaving the bivvy unizipped overnight to better vent and prevent condensation only to wake at 4am and discover an engorged leech on the back of my hand. The Watagans, near a watersource with an open Bivvy. What the hell was I thinking?
16. Awaking at 6am to the alarm and packing up camp in the dark to make sure I arrived at Awaba in time for timing duties at the XC race. Early morning single track is the best. Espeially when it comes with a superb sunrise view.
17. Planning my day so that the first riding of the morning in cold wet cycling gear is a climb rather than a descent. Thank you Marshal Bird for that nugget of TD wisdom.
18. Arriving home and having the fist shower in 2.5 days.
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