Sunday, February 07, 2016

New ride and summer fun

So I've dragged Felt Epix kicking and screaming back to the fore, with a shiny new bike to get out there! Summer is in full effect and so time is carefully allocated to fill in weekends!

The new whip is a Felt Decree and this is what she looks like!!




And not to forget the orange beast. Wonder what the collective noun for KTM's is?




Thursday, January 07, 2016

Its local, its Lytserfied, and its sometimes quite fun...

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Borrowed a cool little gadget last night to capture some gopro footage.



A 3 axis gimbal for rock solid shots, not more shaking of the gopro! I might need to get one... ;)

There is a couple of shots that turned out quite well, amongst the bulk rubbish. I've stitched a bit of it together over the past couple of hours, stole some music, and voila...


Tuesday, January 05, 2016

Yet another long run in...

2016, hell that showed up fast...!

Been a bit going on since the last post, but a few photos and we'll leave it in the past. Rock on.


Headed down to Tassie with the Castlemaine boys for a good time.  I stole some of Jakes pics as I didn't take any of my own...







Glenmurray happened at the Murray river again, and perhaps the last outing for the boat before its sale.













And headed to Mt Hotham over Christmas, amongst other places.











Modified someones car as well, and perhaps that taught them to use their mirrors when they pull out into traffic...




Roll on 2016, see if we can jam some more in!!

Monday, August 10, 2015

Stretching the legs

With a weekend available, plans were made to head back to the desert. For some reason, I like that area. I appreciate how 'boring' it must look from the outside, but there is something about the massive sky, the sand and the isolation. My copilot this weekend was Nathan, who wanted to have a look around the area, and have a play with some new toys.



Guess you could say it was a long drive up... Some people do anything to get rid of DVT's.





Nathan pretending he's a windmill... Or Daniel-San. Or a confused version of both...





The drive into the area heads along a clay based road called Nhill-Murrayville road. Its not generally a great road for 'normal car's' when its wet.

It was raining. And great fun! :) We stopped for a quick snack of snags on the hot coals. Starting a small fire in the rain was a pleasant distraction from the countless hours of driving we'd just completed, but we saddled up for some more drifting action after dinner for a the push to camp.





Next morning, the roost off the rear tyres of the truck onto the protruding tyres of the fat bike was pretty clear. Did I mention it was good fun??






Can't deny that the Duragloss works a treat...!








The mud just wants to flake right off! I couldn't say the same 4 days later, but it was a nice suprise on morning #1...






Man and dog atop Big Dune (well actually the smaller of the two dunes)




Good morning!! Welcome to nothingness!!





After a few hours in the car (!!) yesterday, the K9's were pretty happy to have a run around. Lets face it, they had the space to do so!





Alma, born to run...





Surveying the vastness...





If you look for the shiny silver thing in the centre of the shot, that'd be us...





Jenson working on the submission thing. The two dogs were amazing together, the trip home had them sleeping on top of one another!






Nath is starting to branch out into the art of running coaching, in all aspects. His company is EnferRunning  and he is seriously on top of his game. As a cyclist, running is basically the antichrist, but even I'm thinking of learning the dark arts! If running is your thing, or you want it to be, you could do no worse than have a chat to the man!





Golden hour on Big Dune is always a nice time.














And so the clouds rolled in for the evening, moon rise was put on hold and that was the ball game.





Next morning we hit the road, and went for a bit more of wander....





Ol' Runners got out and stretched his legs a few times, and the dogs ran themselves silly.






Late in the day we hit some more sneaky sand bowls with the big bike...






....found ourselves a nice patch of sand to get comfortable...





.... and watched the sun set with a few tins.




Never short of a few bits of gear, we didn't exactly go wanting for any gear... Plenty of light etc, just a little light on for beer come the end of proceedings. More craft beers need to be available in tins, glass for touring sucks.





And the whole affair ended with another magnificent full moon rise.


Just another adventure :)


Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Into the hills

Whilst down at Tassie, whilst its a little while ago now, we were lucky enough to have a section of land available to us to camp and explore, immediately adjacent to the Cradle Mountain National Park. With a GPS coordinate and the assurance that nobody would shoot us (probably...), we headed off the highway and into a very special place. Naturally my photos will be slightly edited to retain some of privacy of the land owners as a courtesy, but you can get the idea very easily of the natural beauty of the area!










At some points on the trip, its gets to be washup time. And bath time is always a winner, no matter where you are! Sure enough, bucket bath's were a winner with some nice warm water!












Previsouly used for cattle grazing, the area is slowly being returned to its natural beauty but its going to take some time.



















The majority of the lower lying grown is genuine peat moss, the very same stuff that's dried and burnt to flavor Scotch Whisky! And I can attest after digging some up, that's its remarkable stuff.





Plenty of streams run around the area, water doesn't seem to be anything of a problem in this area!!




Setting up for a good old leftovers stew, with the beautiful Cradle Mountain hanging out in the background.














Evenings are quite pretty too, it must be said.







And with little light polution around, long exposures are that much easier and I was reasonably happy with this quick little snap.





And lets face it, quirky bush huts aren't anything unless they are quirky!