earl wrote:...share their experiences
Now for my experience of Volunteering on the Great Vic!
I originally decided to be a Riding Marshal because it seamed like an easy role...and it was a free trip
. But it didn't turn out so good...
The first ride day involved marshaling at one of the last points from 10:30am until about 4:00pm...in the sun...with no shade...twas a rather unexpected start to the ride. Let's just say I was a delightful shade of pink by the end of that day.
The second day was ok...as was the third. My routine was sorted...wake up, pack, eat, meet, ride, marshal, ride, eat, pack more, sleep.
Then day four came. As I was getting into camp, I found Emma looking rather distraught. I asked her what was wrong, and she told me she was unceremoniously booted off the massage team by the team leader who'd been horrible to her for the whole ride so far. She spend the rest of the night throwing up (stress is good like that), with me staying awake looking after her.
Day 5, and Emma was now on the Route Marshal team. As she was still feeling sick, she didn't eat much for the day, and was looking rather faint when I met up with her at Rest Area 3.
Up until now the riding had been ok...the first few days it had been "oh...where did the last 10k's go? I must be going ok" to "cramp in leg, feeling dizzy, wanting to throw up, almost falling asleep"...well, you get the idea. My health was slowly deteriorating, to the point where all I was doing was riding, eating, pooping and sleeping.
Later in the afternoon, Emma had decided to leave the Ride, which obviously made me quite upset (given she was that sick she needed to leave...oh, and just her leaving was quite sad too
Day 6 went by in a blur of yelling "Get off the road!" to "oww my knee". Not much to say about that day.
Day 7, things got interesting. Walking became very difficult, and riding was close to impossible. So, after marshaling, I decided to SAG it to the next campsite (which wasn't too bad...I did get macca's in Bairnsdale
Day 8, and I decided to be a Route Marshal for the day. That was fine - I was sitting at the end of the rail trail, telling people not to go past us. I left my bike with Fraggle, the SAG driver, to take it to the next campsite. He told me later that day that my bike had been transfered to the big SAG at the lunch spot. He told me this after I asked what went wrong with my bike...as I saw it dumped in the middle of Buchan (a good half a k from the campsite...) by itself. As I only got into camp at 5pm, I had an hour to get my bike, disassemble it, and get it to the truck by 6...on a sore knee...
Having said all that, I did come into the Ride with very little time on the bike for the whole year (medical problem), so that probably didn't help.
Anyway, that was my experience of Volunteering on the Great Vic.