We headed up past Myrtleford and lake Buffalo along the Buffalo river, after a bit of fluffing around the Friday night we met up at the “Myrt” (Myrtleford Hotel) for a decent counter meal and a couple of brews and headed into camp.
The Friday ended being a little bigger night than it should have been with everyone waking up pretty rusty in the morning, just the thing you need when your hurtling yourself through the bush at a great rate of knots!
Once we got on the road we all got our shit together pretty quickly, Gary purged a few demons from the night before at the first intersection stop, we were all seeping plenty of sweat and man-gas as we came good.
The next main stop was at Lake Cobbler, nice little lake with a hut next to it up in the hills, we went for a quick little hike into the bush to check out a waterfall tucked in behind it (see pic). It was just after this a mid morning snack where I came good from my hangover.
After that we were back in business, we hit some nice but loose trails (it’s so dry that everything is loose) and down the “Staircase” (a tight and very rocky decent). It was rough but interesting stuff to ride on, you had to be very mindful of your line choice and stay loose. Unfortunately the Chimp pinch flatted his front tyre on the way down (very easy to do on that section), so we got layed up there for a while changing the tyre.
We then planned to meet up for lunch at the King River Hut, the riders took off first as usual with the 4×4’s bringing up the rear, somehow we riders with no map managed to find our way with no problem but the trucks with the maps and the GPS system(now with Matt’s truck in tow as it did a coil) managed to get lost.
Basically this chewed up too much time and not wanting to be riding home in the dark the riders took off home back along the way we came, which was quite nice, we did take a slight deviation up the Dan Divide Track at the end seeing we had a little daylight left. This was a really nice section, a little more open and faster flowing ups and downs, we stopped momentarily up on this awesome ridge where you can see down into the valleys either side.
That night was a little more subdued than the previous, appart from the guys in the vehicles that had been drinking all day… Daz was on fire… almost litterally as he preceded to burn everything within arms reach, Deisel, petrol, aresol, eski and ironically a fire extinguisher! He also entertained us by attempting to drive his truck up the river next to camp, in which he mostly succeded almost rolling the truck in the process.
Before the madness started Zett and I knocked up the first Poiki (thats not how it’s spelt but how it sounds) in the poiki pot we bought home from South African last christmas. It turned out pretty bloody good, so good we ate it for the next two nights at home.
Felt much better on the Sunday, running out of beer was a god send as they were sliding down a little too well. After breakfast we headed out for a small loop before we had to pack up. We hit some more varied terrain, with everything from fast open ridge tracks, too muddy creek beds, too VERY loose first gear descents.
Awesome stuff, and with only Moorey and Trappet having an off each on the Sunday, both walking away scott free aside from a couple of bruses.
Can’t wait for the next one.