This is better. It might not be sunny, but it’s not raining either. Everyone is battered from endless days of riding in the wet, so we took a mellow one today. Finally, I’ve ridden the trestles in Myra Canyon.
Simon, missing the liquid falling from the sky, takes a giant whizz.
No seriously, it’s 130’ down there.
A nice little pano shot for comparison.
Kind of a weenie wildlife encounter, but they don’t have chipmunks in Australia.
Please sir, can I have some more?
A millions laughs…
We could just ride a railway grade though, so we trundled on over to the Crawford DH.
And lo and behold, the sun actually came out.
Everything is wicked green right now after all that washing it got.
Our Monkeys didn’t know how to deal with Teddy Bear Junction.
But if I know my Aussies, Simon is thinking that he’d like to treat the Koala bears back home like this (every Australian I’ve ever met tells me Koala’s are fairly disgusting and vicious brutes).
They totally look like Koala’s if you just squint.
