Shov and Stephe made it down to Menai early on Sunday morning (having managed to forget the way down at least twice along the route!).
The key take out of the day was the zillions of little gnats flying in 'clouds' pretty much across the entire track. And the other primary learning was that Stephe shouldn't try tricky rock descents when 100m in front of his colleagues, with Oakley shorts that snag on the seat... the outcome was very ugly (and involved lying very still for a few minutes, while the body recovered at least a little). But the bruising was a joy to behold!
[There is nothing quite like the joy of having to aggressively move back across the seat, when your weight is already too far forward, as you take on some tricky rock hops - then catching your pants on the front of the seat. Not only is it then all too late (the over balanced weight now trapped at the front end of the bike means you're already goooooone), but as you go down, you've managed to completely upset the balance of the bike, and any chance of falling gracefully. When put together with a 'high' starting point: ugliness is the only outcome!]
After a bit of whingeing we resumed the circuit, albeit with a little less aggression than usual perhaps...
The weather was perfect, the bush was beautiful, there were many riders out. All in all, could have been a great day (!).
No photos,
but here is a .kmz of the route we took (albeit with some wacky 'totals' - presumably after the gps took a big hit... it looks like total distance of around 15kms?).