Not every ride has a story, some rides just end up being rides.
I’d had epic plans for this long weekend, but then life got in the way, and what was to be a three day epic, got whittled down to a two day adventure, and then on Friday (when I realised that Kim leaving all the planning to me meant that we didn’t have anywhere to stay up north and all the reasonably priced accommodation had been booked) … well we sort of, kind of, half landed on a decision that maybe just a quick one day trip up north would do.
That’s rambler talk for I stuffed up, but I’m not ready to admit it just yet.
This meant an alarm going off at 5.30am, after what seemed like 20 minutes sleep, a rendezvous with Kim in Richmond at 7am, and then a drive north to Hollybank to finally ping the mountain bike trail up there.
And there it was … right in front of my bloody eyes …
|Trailhead … at the bus carpark as you enter the reserve.|
|The trail is so different on this side.|
|… but autumn has definitely moved on, and winter is here.|
I can’t believe it took four visits to finally discover such a short section of obvious track.
Having finally done that though, I’m sure they’ll announce tomorrow that work will commence on the $800,000 upgrade of trails that’s been announced for the area and ‘ll be back to square one.
Oh, we also went for a spin along the latest section of the Trevallyn Reserve trail which is now complete (and obviously getting a lot of use), a hoon down some of the older, rougher tracks up that way just to remind ourselves that there’s still fun to be had ‘old school’ style, and then a quick explore of the Icebreaker MTB route.
A late lunch near Kings Park and then it was back home in Hobart by 5pm.