With work commitments, a couple of projects on the go riding haven’t been happening the last couple of weeks. Still no time but with the bush across the there is no excuse, one trouble with adventure riding is that we often ignore what’s under our noses for tracks afar.
So with dark skies threating to dump a much needed bucket on the dry bush it was straight across the road onto overgrown firetrail which looks just like singletrack which is now illegal due to #%$* mountain bike riders (don’t start me). Careful to stay on forestry made but neglected trails I started to zig-zag my way through pine creek only to hit reserve almost straight away.
Fuel was only 3km away to the left so I turned right
As I told myself DR reserve is around 50km ignoring the slow tight tracks I was riding into the National Park. The trails started to get leafy with plenty of small timber down, with an option to head straight for fuel straight ahead I turned right.
As we started to climb the path out for fuel became clear so I turned right. I was immediately rewarded with twin track as I skirted around the edges of the bush, forgetting jobs to do it really started to get really enjoyable.
At a Y junction, the left leading straight through the middle of the forest and out to fuel salvation, I opted for soul salvation and turned right.
The leaf mulch became thicker and my grin became wider, 30km in and past the point of no return I turned left only to find a large tree blocking the way out as it started to rain. Now this is what adventure riding is about, doubling back was no longer an option, I was by myself on trails that hadn’t seen a wheel track in ages, only option was forward.
After breaking the odd branch, moving a few there was sort of a path through, with the branches at the perfect distance to trap a bike with your back wheel and front wheel firmly wedged up against the slippery gum, a few goes were needed to bounce both ends up and over out to the leafy bliss on the other side.
The bush closed in getting darker and tighter, my smile became wider. Plenty more fallen timber offered itself up as obstacles but nothing a bit of momentum and a touch of the clutch didn’t fix. As the bush started to get more rainforesty, the dark green offset but the brown deep mulch spured me on, the DR carving graceful arks through the debris, as I rounded the corner a washed out bridge, half missing with large holes dominated the view…
Unfortunately not a challenge with plenty of room to ride through, I guess I could have attempted to ride the log left line but with holes big enough to fit a DR through and a bit of a drop to a deep gully, mostly dry, a quick photo and I was on my way.
Slowly the road became wider, tire tracks started to appear, the timber was piled up on the edge of the track and even the rain stopped. It appeared my mini-adventure was starting to end, with fuel now starting to get dangerously low I headed out of the bush, not to worry, my route would take me right past Toms houses where I could borrow a litre, well if he was home…
Fuel conservation became a priority, keeping speed down to 80km/h which just happened to be the speed limit the mighty DR idled into the fuel station taking a measly 12.49 litres in a 13ltr tank. I should have done that extra loop, oh well always next time.