Day two. Fentonbury to New Norfolk.
 
 
 

 

 

 

 

 Well things got off to a tidy start with a large cycling breakfast at Hamlet Downs. Richard and I Are just contemplating tacking the rest of the orange juice. Great B&B had plenty of bike parking space and it was right near the last bit of the trail.
The Crew, from the left Gary, Me, Richard, Sandra (good with maps and French) Chris, Krystina and Andrew (principal architect of this madness). Chris and Krystina made it down from the ferry in record time. Naturally we have the best bike out front Gary's mines in the background on the left looking tired.
This is where we pick the trail up again just before the ravine of death where Stephen endo'ed last trip. Doesn't look so bad at present and having got no further than 15 metres off the road we feeling slightly anxious about what's ahead or at least I do.

We ran down the ravine of death with out incident. Up a couple hills then on to this dry grass hillside with a view from DC to daylight. Double single track got the heart rate back to normal for a while.
Yes only a cyclist could take time out to adjust incidentals like a seat in the presence of a view like this. We did do a significant amount of view adoration while stuffing down some snacks. You could almost see antarctica in the distance. Of course there seems to be an awful lot of hills to climb in the distance. Only one thing to look out for in this section rocks hidden in the grass we missed them all.
A screaming descent down the valley followed the hill top stuff. Not too technical as it followed an old road, it was pretty overgrown with grass and weeds yet easy to follow and navigate.
Ok this is where it all went wrong just above Glenora a piece of fencing wire caught on my pedal effectiveling bring it to a complete stop I kept going straight over the handle bars and onto the ground. Damage seemed minimal aiside form the small hollow now punched into the trail. Most of the injury seem to be brusing around the hip and shoulder area with some scrapes off the knee. As you can see a good layer of dust is disgusing the damage post creash.
Yes after the dust is removed you can see that there is a bit a skin removed from the knee area. What's not apparent at this stage is the cracked ribs which begin to get painful in the coming days and required a good dose firm dose of Nurofen. However its not till I get off the trail that they really start to hurt.
Top of the Black Hills the climbing seem to go on for ever. l spent a good deal of time walking up this. I has a false summit with a small desent between which is a bit of a heart breaker, but the good news was once there it was mostly down hill into New Norfolk on the road. If you look at Andrew's panorma below this is the section you can see in the distance at the middle of the photo.