"Don't dampen the memories of your ride"
For the unknown rider.
Day one; the light mist at the start, cooling the morning ride to lunch at Brookwood and the "Chick on a Stick" and the gentle downhill run to Busselton.
Day two; The magic of the Ludlow tuart forest, beautiful trees, clear understory and the Cafe Bakery in Capel we rode past. Closed on the day they could have made a killing. Plus the great downhill into Donnybrook. Walking to the Pub to watch the Dockers lose.
Day Three; Wattle Ridge Winery. These guys made a killing on the longest ride of the trip. Rustic, good natured and not bad plonk.
Day four; First sight of the Karri forest into Donnelly Mill. Watching the Victorians take photos of dams full of water and explaining to them that they fill up from rainfall. Sitting in a spa bath with a glass of wine, at my sister's house, watching the rain fall while our washed clothes were tumbling in the drier.
Day Five; The awe of cycling through the Karri after the rain, the smell of the damp forest, the downhill into Pemby.
Day Six; Climbing the bicentennial tree and meeting a squash buddy from thirty years ago at the top. A lovely steak lunch at Hidden River winery, touring the district at the kind invitation of a local.
Day Seven; One tree Bridge and the beautiful surrounds at lunch.
Day eight; Stopping at the Nillup tea rooms, two km before lunch and the best coffee of the ride. (it seemed so). The dead snake on the road off the Brockman Highway and the photo of it and my Killer python saved from lunch.
Day nine; Jerusalem Hollow and seeing everyone get off their bike to soak in the majesty of the Karri forest.
Memories that can't be captured in a photo.
Does the name "Pavlov" ring a bell?