Headed back early yesterday morning as the weather was closing back in and I have no wet weather gear.
Temp was 4C so I added an extra two skivvys. With my leather vest and summer jacket, I had 5 other layers up to inclusive of a set of long John's.
It was bloody cold. But the sun was shining and I needed to get out of Pemberton before the rain came. I figured I had time to climb the Glouster Tree before journeying home and it was only 1km from my accommodation.
Not to be however as all tree climbs in the region were closed, something about to wet, cold and slippery. To Hazardous!
They have built a lot into this section of the park. Flying fox lines different elevated rope obstacles and extra shorter treeclimbs. For my mind the whole thing looks a little underdone, somewhat agricultural. SeaContainers just don't look right in underneath these grand old trees.
After wandering around checking it all out I decided I wouldn't be back any time soon.
The large tracks of tall timber Karri forest I remember as a young fella are all but gone. The previous day my motel restaurant was closed as I was told were all the good outlets in the township.
When I walked into the Pub at 3.30pm I was told they cook Breakfast Lunch & Dinner but Dinners not till 5.30.
I wanted to eat then. On the off chance something was open I headed down the other part of town everything appeared shut but then saw I saw a young girl and boy playing outside of a bakery.
I asked if the bakery was open and the girl responded..."We only sell pies and drinks. " I grabbed a feed from there and returned to the motel to eat, shower and get an early night.
Anyway it was that cold and foggy in places, Ì found myself riding into blinding light, fogged up visors and glassess, several times pulling up quick as if lose all awareness of my position on the road. The early morning sun light had quickly become my greatest hazard as I rode through forested hills and valleys layered in fog the occasional shards of sunlight periodically blinding me.
Now I'm thinking this is why the boys decided not to ride.
By the time I broke free of the fog and made my way out of the deeper valleys into more undulated pasture country the day was warming and the ride was greying more comfortable and fun.
Covered 780kms over the two days.
Cheers
Rocksfly.
