SADSAC: Cathie's Mystery Ride 16 November

You would have to say that the main mystery for this year's ride was, where are the bikes?
As it turned out we had 17 riders (loose term) arrive at the port, some ready to ride, others not at all. Had the ride started a few hours later we may have actually made it onto the bikes but the system that had dumped over an inch on the district overnight still had the odd shower to deliver.
But our trusty ride leader was not to be beaten and had come up with a plan to visit the venues by alternative transport. So we all organised ourselves into groups for a motorcade around Sale. As the new arrangements meant that the transit times were significantly reduced we had time for a coffee and birthday celebration before we headed off. As I mentioned in my previous post the mystery ride is similar in length to the rally. It turned out that the route was almost the same as well. I suspect though, that this was not obvious to most of the participants from two weeks ago.
On arrival at our first point of interest, Wondela Homestead, we were taken by the image of an historic building being slowly surrounded by the suburban sprawl of the City of Sale. Luckily the owners had managed to provide a reasonable buffer to this sea of roofs. The house itself was most impressive. The period building, with its truckloads of history, had been transformed in recent times to a rather modern building on the inside. Despite some areas being the latest, others still had the air of the original construct.
From here it was only a short run to the Grassdale Homestead. I must say that this building looked far more historic. Cathy had organised for the family owners to join us for lunch to provide some of the history of this building, and also the one we had just visited. There was plenty of room on the old verandah for the group. The eastern one even had a view. The McLaughlin history was really something with narrator, Allan, furnishing the information in what could be called a relaxed style.
Back in the buses and it was off onto the final leg to the port. On arrival it appeared that South America had discovered Sale, even if only for a short leg stretch. The group managed to lure some of our number to join them with the offer of music and dance. I suspect that they would have been released when their bus driver broke up the party to continue their journey. Being my final ride with the club I had to say that it was certainly different. Thank you Cathie for your efforts.

Birthday Girl  (queue Beatles music)

Where are your bikes?

At the Hobbit house

Plenty of photo ops.

Three lovely girls

Scary tales from the lighthouse

SPECIAL: CGHS Bike Relay 8/9 November

According to the organisers around eighty riders registered for this year's CGHS Relay.
The route for the two days was pretty much as it had been for the last two years except for a small detour on the Sunday.
The first day was always going to be the most challenging and not just because of the length. The forecast temperature of 35 degrees seemed hours away as we headed off from Sale just after eight.
I usually get a lift to Maffra with some stronger riders but they appeared to be on a go slow as it took them around 17 km to catch me. I only rode with them for a short distance before handing over to my buddy. By the time the main group was out past Fernbank the northwesterly and the temperature had kicked in. By Bairnsdale the temperature was in the mid thirties. After lunch I am sure everyone was suffering to some extent. After a run on the rail trail my co-rider was spent. I continued on to the Bluff but this forced my retirement. Had we been able to continue we would have been late for dinner as some stronger teams found. The temperature though at Lake Tyers was much more pleasant as we all enjoyed the evening meal together.
Day two was always forecast to be the better for riding. The run to Nowa Nowa and up to the Knob was great stuff. Spirits were running high for the next leg to Bruthen. The final run to lunch over the lumpy ground would have been keenly fought over.
After lunch the southeasterly had developed providing a cooling crosswind for the run home along the Bengworden Road. As I had found in the past the other riders seemed to be on another route for this leg. We felt we had the road to ourselves. Back at the hospital a well received afternoon tea capped off a great weekend.
Many thanks to the Mowat and Pickering teams for their efforts organising a top event.

This group caught me

Linden near Boisdale

Team Darrell round Boisdale corner

Later I caught this group

Ready to depart Day 2

Ann alone on Bengworden Road

TRAMPS: Tyers - Rawson 09 November

The day began with 16 riders who steamed up the Tyers hill to rest at the lookout and read that the town was named after Charles James Tyers, a government surveyor, slightly before my time, I think.
The weather was perfect, which was wonderful considering the hot day yesterday.
The route climbs slightly all the way but it's generally not difficult.
Every time I lost concentration Maree would catch up and I found it becoming difficult to get away from her.
Colin rested us appropriately and after the last stop at the Walhalla turn-off, the short climb to Rawson was steep but food was at the top. We had our lunch at the recreation reserve, not far from the toilets in the shopping center.
The cruise back was a dream, with roller coaster hills; down one side and up the next, well sort of.
At one rest before the final drop, Bill, walking around amongst us, complained that he hadn't had his 5 minute rest. For a very short time I was very concerned, then remembered that Bill was driving the support vehicle.
The total drop is about 450 m and there is a point at which it's realized that there's no more pedaling for the last 6 km of the ride.
The scenery and the tall trees were magnificent and it's a privilege to be able to ride through it.
As we had some hot water left over, the end-of-the-day coffee was had at the Tyers car park.

Mate, we're in it together

Nancy and Dave

Jodie, happy with what she's done, so far

Most are still with us

We make do with what turns up

Oh Maurice, you didn't

SADSAC : Bike Rally - Sale 02 November

The day for the rally was somewhat threatening, weather wise. Even so we ended up with eight riders prepared to take on the elements and the complex task ahead. Ray had managed to out do himself this year. Memories of three way ties had encouraged him to up the level of difficulty. Those who were doing their first rally were in for a challenging day. For the others, past events should have made them wise to Ray's tricks.
The teams ended up being the ladies (Linden and Katie), the Stratford Seniors( Denis and Alister), the G's ( Geoff and George) and team Mirrambeek (Ann and I).
I have to admit to a home town advantage. With over 30 years experience of Sale I had noticed the odd thing or two. We had not gone past the lakes before I had most likely picked up a few points on the competition. As previously mentioned Ray had upped the number of out of sequence questions to test the contestants. Careful reading of the question sheet was vital to reduce the backtracking otherwise required. As it turned out, despite leaving last, we did not see many other teams during the two and a half hours the event took to complete. Expecting to be last we ended up being the first ones back. Some had traveled considerably more than the 21/22 km that the route instructions provided.
In the end everyone was a winner with Ray skillfully providing enough prizes for all comers.
It was a bit disappointing that more members did not share in the day as the effort that Ray had gone to was considerable. As it turned out Ray did not have to endure the long wait for the confused observers alone as he had our president, Colin, to help pass the time.  Hopefully Ray will be kind enough to continue his fine work into the future. 

Ray and George reflect on event

These two happy to find the port

Official overseer

Out of towners surprise winnings

Betty was 'ere

Winners are grinners

TRAMPS: Moe - Willow Grove 26 October

A few words from Vance:
A cool, over-cast day with very little wind and beautiful scenery should have attracted more than 12 riders.  Someone forgot to remind Tony that we were having an early start. However Daryl kindly stayed behind and waited for him, and anyone else.  It didn't take long for the two to catch up with us. At times the road was busy but the drivers were usually courteous and our leader Linden often removed us from the road so the processions could pass.  After a toilet stop at Willow Grove, in case the toilets were shut at the dam, we glided down the hill to the picnic ground at the dam, where the toilets were open.
Linden's dad Max came over to check us out as he lives near by.
The scenery towards Trafalgar was magnificent and the terrain mostly down hill.
Bruce tried to turn in the gravel on the side of the road and decided he wanted a closer look at the beautiful country.
The farming people, like Eileen, were over excited by the rural environment and explained why silage has such a rotten smell. Something I always wondered about.
We rode from North Canal Road to Waterloo Road and when we arrived in Moe we stopped at Apex Park to consume the rest of the hot water and slices Noelene (Darryl's better half) had made for us.
One of the nicest rides we have done. A wonderful experience.

Linden providing encouragement

Lunch prep at the dam

All at the one table

A serious discussion

Substitute Maccas at the end

The punch line was good, for once

SADSAC: Walhalla/Rawson Weekend 18/19 October.

A few weeks ago I thought that this ride would end up like last year, cancelled. However, Shirley managed to put together a top program for those available to come. In the end we had thirteen riders and two backups, with Shirley and Betty doing the driving. George was unsure how much riding he could do due to recent sickness but ended up doing about half. Our numbers were boosted by Linden, Colin, John and Maureen who also kindly let up use their property as a car park and base. We also had some one day riders who did the round trip from Traralgon on the Saturday, some 97 km. These were Pat, Gillian and Denise, all strong riders. The ride was delayed a bit at the start as yours truly did not notice the 9 am start on the flyer. As it turned out we were on the road before 10.
The weather for the whole weekend was very pleasant indeed. The 7 km warm up to Tyers was most helpful to prepare us for the hills to come. Due to the lunch stop being Walhalla, the morning ride was always going to be the longest. Even so we were there just after one. After a relaxing lunch we took the time to ride up to the top of the town to see the start of the Alpine Walking Track. It was then off to the Thomson Station to tackle the main hill of the ride. Everyone managed to ride the accent so it must not be all that steep. After that it was not far to the overnight stop at the Rawson Caravan Park. The accommodation at the venue was basic for some but comfortable all the same. The evening meal at the Stockyard was more difficult to complete than the day's ride. We seemed to be all eating for two, most impressive. After a long sleep it was off to breakfast and another big feed, surprisingly for first up in the morning quite appropriate.
The ride back was somewhat shorter and easier than the outbound. Not far from Rawson we met up with Pat who had ridden up to meet us. The final run to Tyers for morning tea was a breeze. After more coffee and cake the return via Thoms Bridge and the Old Melbourne road was assisted by a following breeze. Once we had repacked our cars we headed off to the food court at the centre for lunch. This was a top weekend and all thanks go to Shirley for her organisation prior and support on the weekend.

Relaxing after a hard ride.

Betty kept us amused

A couple of gun riders

Pat on her longer ride

A working weekend for Shirley

Enroute Thoms Bridge

TRAMPS: East Gippsland Weekend Away 11/12 October. (plus 10,13 for some)

A big weekend in East Gippsland was on offer and a big weekend, for those who stayed the distance, would have been the outcome. As for me I only did the first two days, but I felt them.
The turnout for the Friday run to Buchan was somewhat larger than would have been anticipated. While unsure of the exact numbers I estimate around a dozen made the long journey to the start point at Red Knob. Due to some miscalculation of the time required to complete this effort by some, the ride started a bit after the normal time. The day was a cracker. Despite covering this bit of road a number of times before it is still a joy. After advising leader David that it was not a requirement to go slow down the hills the pace became more relaxed. The road has some nice long climbs but the highlight is the long run down into Buchan. After a quick stop, for some to buy lunch, it was on to the Caves Reserve for the break. The park was in top condition with only a hand full of other visitors to enjoy the scenery. After soaking up the atmosphere for a good while it was back in the saddle for the long climb out of town. Once back onto the flatter terrain is was not long before we turned onto Colin's recommended detour through Buchan South. What a great plan, as we had the experience of more hills. Needless to say by the time we arrived back at the cars we all knew that we had been on a bike ride. Just to extend the day a bit more we stopped off at Bruthen for a coffee.
Day two and another six or so riders joined in the fun. We had to ride back towards town to meet them at Howitt Park. From there Len led us all off onto the East Gippsland Rail Trail, destination Bruthen. Some of the group brought along two bikes to cover the road and trail legs, others made do with just the one. The trail to Bruthen was in good condition with some lovely views along the way. The bridge at Nicholson is still a wonder. While still a reasonable distance the time went quickly and we soon found ourselves at the rotunda at Bruthen. The weather was ideal for a picnic and some additional treats, in the form of a big bag of chips, kept everyone happy. The run back along the trail was generally uneventful until a few kilometres from the destination one particular member let his impatience have the better of him and caused a spectacle at one of the many gates. After recovering himself from the ditch he patched himself up and continued to the end at a more leisurely pace. Perhaps he did it to counter one comment that the trail was boring. Having stopped off at the Dutch shop for a coffee on the way back to camp, it was into our finery for the evening meal. We reassembled at the Grand (not Junction) Terminal Hotel to wrap up the day. I will let Vance continue the story from here.

Sunday morning four members of the group were unable to be with us.

Some car-pooled from Bairnsdale to Bruthen to the sports ground were the vehicles where left.

With Erik leading we thoroughly enjoyed the rail trail through the gentle inclines and declines through avenues of a variety of trees.  Sometimes we could look down into the bush below. The earthworks built for the train line are always impressive.

Every time there was a cross road Peter and Helen were there to provide support and chocolate coated lollies. Toward Nowa Nowa parts of the track required more careful negotiation as there were wash-outs and sand traps causing some colourful expressions to be absorbed by the bush.

We eventually came to the wooden railway bridge that was the largest in Victoria. It was in service for 60 years until it was damaged by fire. Colin and Darryl were brave enough to ride up the valley but I missed photographing the heroic event. Shortly after we arrived at Nowa Nowa to find that Peter had found a nice grassy patch for lunch near the shops.

Colin had it into his head that we should see the Boggy Creek Gorge, unfortunately it didn't have enough water flowing to make it impressive.

The return ride began with a long steady but shallow climb to about half way, then it was easy going.

Erik brought us back to Bruthen with sufficient time for a cuppachino at a local coffee shop.

To celebrate Jodie's birthday some ladies organized a BBQ at the camp site.

During the evening we were treated to a “Sound and Lights” show complete with hail so loud if was difficult to talk.We were so lucky that weather didn’t get us on the ride.

In the morning it was cold and raining and was going to continue be like it all day.

As we had enjoyed three fantastic days of perfect weather we decided to delete Monday’s ride and come home.

Climbing out of Buchan

I think my bike is bent

At the Serenity Seat

One genuine chip magnet

How is the time going Len?

A happy crossing

Is that what happened?

Not a bike in sight

A perfect place to eat

Wonderful so far