Out again riding my mountain bike – down the highway and then the dirt highway to near the bottom of the ‘mountains’. Inverted commas because they were much, much higher a few hundred million years ago and before that? A flood plain and before that the sea bed.A friend found a rock with smooth, regular corrugations whilst bush walking in the area and that a geologist would know was at the bottom of the sea a few billion years ago. Australia is a very old continent. Anyway, cranking along through an ancient landscape whilst thinking philosophical things and remembering past loves is a great way to spend an afternoon.
Not much improvement in performance other than I was less wasted than last time by the time I got to the end of the track. Could have something to do with the extra water I took this time and which I remembered to mix with the green stuff that is supposed to replace the stuff you loose through sweating. Must actually work.
Someone kindly left an emergency bike but some bastard has already taken the back wheel.
Twenty kilometres of track to go and give way to walkers? LOL
Why would someone fix an iron wheel to a tree? Maybe it marks the spot where there be gold? Who knows.
I’ll told there are Aboriginal rock carvings somewhere on these flat rocks but never found them.
End of the ‘Oaks’ trail at Glenbrook creek. If it rains a lot you could find it’s too high to cross and you would then have to ride back up to Woodford. Not recommended for anyone other than those known to be long term health and fitness freaks.
Discouloration of the bike’s disc brakes. Must have got near red hot on the final downhills. Good brakes are important…
Think it’s over when you get to the creek? Steep, long and zig zagging climb up the cliff to Glenbrook station. Granny gear stuff for the fit but a long hard walk pushing the bike for most normal people. It gets worse around the bend at the top of the picture.
OK pretty boring post I know. Best is you jump on a bike and get out there yourself. Anyway – took the picture below walking to the shops earlier this evening. With some post work as in really going to town on its poor pixels, I think it turned out pretty well.
We hear that a lot – that Australia is ‘the lucky country’. What’s lost is that Donald Horne who wrote the book of that name meant Australia is lucky in that it’s success is more due to good luck than good management. As he said, a first rate country run by second rate people and a recent example of that is the domestic supply of gas. Previous governments sold near all known reserves to Asia, amongst the world’s largest, and at a price so low that it would now be cheaper to buy Australian gas back from Japan than frack for more. New South Wales and Victoria have heaps of gas but the resistance of their rural communities to fracking is such that in the end the federal government had to ask the energy companies to please, please put a little aside for domestic consumption and not export the lot. I wonder how much that will add to local energy bills which are already ridiculously high and when combined with the equally ridiculous cost of housing will result in even more average families heading bills in hand to their local Salvation Army office.
Anyways… thought I’d share a few pictures I took a few years ago when and as some who have been accessing this blog would know, I was homeless and living in a tent in the bush. ‘Harmonica Mike’ was well known to backpackers who camped in the woods. Actually and given the tendency of the younger generation to post all and everything on social media, Michael had become a bit of an international celebrity with many wondering how in a country like Australia a man with a plethora of health issues could be left to live in a tent.
I said ‘don’t smile’ – Mike thought that was a crack up.