Monday, March 26, 2012

Sunday morning Packhorsing around

Nelson showed at mine 5 minutes before 9 o'clock and not long after Rebecca showed up. She was to be our chaufferette for the morning, navigating the new right hand turn give way rule as we plied the city's streets.

Her friends were being slack-arses so we didnt go meet up with them and made our own way to Gebbies, intending on potentially riding Packhorse followed by Living Springs, but as we passed through Living Springs there's the Huxster comps on... scratch that one then.

Parked up at Gebbies and word from Bex's friends was they were ages away so we set off up the very very smooth high grade logging access road. Over the stile and up a little more along the bumpy logged bit of singletrack then down and into the trees for a super sketchy needled rooty blast that seems to go for ages, til you bottom out and have to clamber up still more rooty goodness to the next stile.

Into the sunshine and heat and up the open paddock over the tussocky top and down to the next stile, then into the trees again and fast swoopy blast down 4wd track for the right hander into the pitchblack fir forest. i was blinded entering here cos my sunnies were still on, but my eyes accustomed to it before i hit any trees, and it doesnt last too long before you're out to that boghole and the walking switchbacks climb to lovely ledge climb to the wee cottage tucked away in there.

Not far past the bach Becs got another call from her mates who were asking directions, so i paused to wait for her, hearing her voice explaining through the trees. Nelson had vanished off in the distance and eventually came bombing back down. Then we all treadled onwards and upwards, passing a couple of walker/runners near the top, and meeting a big group at the final stile. Cleaned heaps more than last time, including the last stretch all the way to the top. We had a long regroup over the stile, enjoying the views and the day.

Just up the trail a little

Then it was off up the awesome rocky exposed ledge trail for the final heft through the Remarkable Dykes and on up to the hut where we consumed consumables and rested and shot the shit.

Bec on her way to the Dykes

A friendly chat with a cute 4 year old, his smaller sister and their dad and then we were off. Flow switched on, grooving down the trail, hopping the hops, popping the pops and generally enjoying the crap out of it. Wasnt long and we were at the stile to the forest again, where we waited on a few walkers, and could see our walker/runner couple further down the trail. Descent began fast and furious, swooping and weaving down on the glorious foot wide benched trail, catching the couple on the first wee up. Then bomb bomb bomb, through the switchies, Nelson and me both taking the last wee cut and a quick wait to make sure Bec's following then onwards for swoopy speed and eventually seeing the cluster of Bec's friends right about where i'd waited while she was on the phone.

Long chat with them, and we were off again. Great blast down past the bach, up briefly round a couple fallen trees and down past a family and down the zigs into the dark forest, no shades this time, and out onto the 4wd climb, waving aurevoir to our walker/runner couple for the final time, up to meet some bikers at the next stile before we hit up the tussocky paddock and super cool fast swoopy prancing dancing descent to a family at the stile. Final singletrack descent rooty and narrow, barbed wire on the right, trees on the left, then the steeeeeep climb up up up to the end of the trees and a final bumpy traverse to the last stile before the road.

Nelson and me both took the new digger dug trail below the final road section and it was fun, except for the thistles.

Then, to cool off we blasted down the road and Bec picked us up at the bottom. Great ride. Home to an empty house, which was good cos it meant i wasnt in trouble for being late.

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