We started out this morning to a slightly overcast sky and the
look of rain all day. As we left there were balloons above
All the way through to Oakdale there were gullies filled with
lush vegetation and bellbirds tinking away - also the occasional
whipbird. A really nice send off, despite the big hill at The Oaks.
A view to The Oaks
The following is another scanned photo from Top Shot. It was
taken just outside Tahmoor. The guy on the unicycle lasted
until lunch at Bargo, so I heard. Later in the week, he was
riding a regular racing bike, but it was a gutsy effort to get
as far as he did. I also saw him on the 'Gong ride last year
where he made it about half way - he quit before the steep
downhill at Waterfall.
Past Thirlmere, the countryside changed drastically until after
Yerinbool - scrubby, hot, fire damaged and bland. That was also
the area where we came close to the freeway. It was nice to get
past that and back into the open country again.
At about 20km to go it rained again for about 5 minutes - heavy
and enough to cause one motorcycle policeman to comment that he
was lucky and could ride back out of it until it stopped.
There was a killer climb 9 kilometers from the end - 2
kilometers long like the worst of Bobbin Head or the Gap. It was
two 1 kilometer stretches with a false flat in between. I had to
walk up most of the last stretch. Coming down the other side of
the ridge, I hit 70km/h with light rain stinging my face - a
wonderful feeling. The ride took over 5 hours with about an hour
for the last 9 kilometers. I haven't seen as much of Bowral as I
have of Camden, since I arrived about 3pm and we're in the
A random observation - I noticed that lots of people were
carrying around tripods and realised that it was dinner
time. Rather than there being lots of camera buffs as was my
first thought, these are camp stools. A good thing to have. I'm
lucky tonight in that I have found a nice bench overlooking the
oval and towards the ridge we climbed over. I can eat my dinner
(kebabs and rice) there.
A view across camp
This afternoon there was a juggling workshop. Some acquaintances
of the unicyclist had a variety of circus paraphernalia and some
of us went and had a play. I've almost got the hang of juggling
three balls. They did a show for the camp and had six-handed
juggling, knife throwing and some good unicycle stunts -
bouncing around an audience member who was spread-eagled, then
bouncing totally over his body.
It rained again overnight. Damp tent, damp dish-cloth, damp towel
and cycling gear :(