I didn’t mean to be mean, Dean
While Craig and I had made rough plans to go riding Sunday, the way it was raining Saturday night and early Sunday morning we’d all but given up on the idea of a ride.
Waking to an excited phone call from Craig at 8.30am and clear blue skies left a scramble to be ready by 9.00am.
Knowing Mean Dean wanted to go to Brooms Head, I gave him a quick ring on the only number of his I have. There was no reply, so we decided, “No worries. Let’s go.”
Settling on a road transport to Settlers Road before the dirt started surprisingly firm with the odd clay section to keep you on your toes. A few sandy sections closer to Halfway Creek were perfect riding with plenty of traction and no dust.
Coastal Range Road was very rough and rutted, making it harder to take in the magnificent sea views. The crisp fresh feel of the bush after the rain certainly helped as we splashed through puddles and skipped over rock ledges.
Kangaroo Flat Road looked a little overgrown but was heading in the right direction. It turned out to be top fun with a few small puddle sections. Craig thought he spotted a rare swamp frog and stopped for a better look, unfortunately with a closer look it turned out to be a soggy leaf. He didn’t give up though, and spent a few minutes checking out the rest of the section almost inch by inch. No frogs, but.
See Dean? You didn’t miss much. We both fell off, got stuck in the stinking mud and had to put up with overloaded senses for most of the trip with the views, smells and great riding.
Maybe you need to give me your home number.