Nelson picked me up from mine and we cruised across town post rush hour. Parked next to Cracroft park and rode up Worsley Rd, checking out the bottom of Farside as a possible option, and choosing it, then regretting the choice. Not really a climbing track, and greasy as shit, so quite difficult really... Finally got up onto the road and continued our merry way up, a while since we'd done this climb, having parked up top so often recently, and our legs suffering from the lack of riding in recent weeks. Got up onto the dirt and it was squishy and sticky and slick. Was okay most of the time, but occasionally it was just slick as. Wet enough that the tires didnt carry too much on themselves. That was to come later. Up the main track, all the way, the river running in the ruts, minimal bits of rideable terrain the higher we got. You'd be perched up on the top of the rut, and one wheel would slip and you'd lose it. So, walk a bit, get rolling again then the same would happen. Bloody nightmare. The access track up into the forest was greasy as too, and I ended up walking a fair bit of it. Nelson cleaned it.
Into the trail, not quite as greasy as Sunday last ridden, but still pretty damned slick, and more churned, but once under the trees, much betterer. Hung a right into the original line, the wee rocky climb as greasy as something covered in grease, and back under the trees all good again. Full suspension bliss, squishing my way down and through, one near miss in some slick shit between a cut fallen tree got Nelson ahead of me and we got out onto the clifftop and headed into the original line, all the way down. Stopped and watched a couple riders coming up the internal track, and then blasted across and down bottom of Tommy's then into Fight Club, great flight down this, swooping over the humpties and railing round the bends. Lower down, over the log hip, super greasy, then into the steep chute I bailed up right on where we'd trenched the other night ride here. Nelson headed down through and I followed cautiously to find him off his bike nursing his squashed balls... yowch. Took a few minutes and we rolled out the bottom of the trail onto the worst I've ever seen the climbing-out track. Spun and struggled up this, Nelson's tires gripping, mine just picking up crap and turning into fatbike tires... I ended up walking a fair bit.
Next up, scraped heaps of crap off my tires and off up the middle internal track, me walking heaps til the pylon gap, then riding a bit, walking a bit and riding a bit more out to the cliff. This time, into Waynes World and taking it all the way down, but bailing out at Fight Club entrance, and off down through the gap and hard left following the newish trails we had that other night, over a jump that nearly threw me then kinda stalled Nelson, then on down eventually crossing the trail and then through the junction and on out the bottom exit stuff. Stepped over the log on the left higher line - bloody useless roll in and hopeless landing, so kinda dodgy to be popped. Down past the tank, some sweet riding through here, then down through the final section, the full suss aiding my travels nicely. Slowly down the greasy muck to the road, then speed mud removal - the marshguard working exactly as planned, and Nelson holding his head out to the side to avoid his fleck.
Down the road and into Farside, awesomely slick, but manageable for a while. Til i got to one steep brown slick section where my front wheel lost it and we went down. handlebar spun and i was super worried the brake hose would stress, but was okay, and I got rolling again no injuries. the rest of it was good as, and out onto the road to a waiting Nelson. On down, more mud removal and along out to the car. Got sticks and scraped and prodded the bikes into some semblance of clean then hit the road home.