I have finally found my way back to the blog. It has been a couple of long hard months. The next few passages will detail the exciting times I have had. I promise to leave out the boring bits.
With a chain this dirty it has to be exciting!About a week before Christmas it was time for my annual pilgrimage to any city that has family. This year I decided on Melbourne, so I picked the most dreary day I could, jumped on the ol' Suzuki and headed off into the stormy weather.
I travelled about two blocks and fueled up in my summer jacket with summer gloves before opening the throttle any blasting back to Fenner. I prudently changed gloves and then headed off through the mountains.
It was an interesting day to ride. I left Canberra in a torrential downpour heading south towards Bobyon rd. By the time I hit the dirt it was bright and sunny. Clouds slowly rolled towards me and I was soon speeding in the vain hope of making bitumen before the rain hit again.
A took a break in Adaminaby where I changed into by thermals and chatted routes with some fellow motorcyclists. I overheard the rude bastards disparaging my route choice. These highway tourists couldn't understand the idea of riding to see the countryside.
From Adaminby I took the winding Snowy Mountain Hwy through Cooma heading towards the South East Forests National Park. I stopped briefly in Wyndham for a beer and to watch some cricket before snaking my way to Bombala.
I stopped off in Bombala for Dinner and a quiet drink. After a few too many I realised I would not be able to safely reach my camping destination so at the suggestion of the publican I settled down for the night in the middle of the town. Murphy* stopped by to visit as I prepared to set up my hootchie. Sure enough in the pitch black my torch decided to stop working. Finally I tucked in for a comfy sleep after a second dinner and an ice cold beer.
The campsite in daylight
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