Tuesday Fatso up to Lumberjackery

Bad weather coming over next few days, with potential for snow, and I felt the need for a quick fatty up the hill to sort out that log blocking my favourite route through the gums.  

Chuffed up the track from our driveway, onto the road, and around up into 19th, bumped into Doug, over to Skidder then up the grunter.  Grabbed some water from the fountain, adjusted my 'suspension,' and rode down into the rocks, across, around, and down to the log.  (see my hatchet sitting on the log in the top picture...) Chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop.  

Took it's toll on my arms - must have taken 15 or so minutes hard yakka (cos total ride time was 28 minutes, but total time elapsed was 47 - you can see the location by the squiggly bit on the MMR track) Got through it in the end and moved the lower half well off the track, and tidied up the other sticks and stuff around. Pics or it didn't happen:

Pushed the bike backwards up the trail a bit ready to ride down and down comes a dude who obviously didn't even know there'd been a log there.  After he'd passed I jumped on and chased, not seeing him for quite a ways, him taking my exact usual route all the way down.  At the 19th, I was gasping for water, total cotton mouth, so I zigged and zagged up the grass to the fountain up there behind the olive tree.  Had to lay on the ground gasping for a bit before having a good guzzle.  From here, around through the trees and then buzzing down the road, off into 235, nicely nicely through the muckery, jumps, oaks, right, up, up road, through carpark, and bombing down the back.  Home. 

Short and fat, 4.8 kms, with 152 m climbed.