Saturday, 11 September 2010
What I learnt on this walk is that snow isn't soft. In fact this snow was more like a cheese grater, and given I was just wearing a pairt of shorts, and regularly sinking into the snow up to my waist as I broke the path for Bec and Tracy this means that my legs felt like I'd kneeled down on a bed of sandpaper and rubbed back and forth vigourously.
On the way back down, I got Bec and Tracy to drop me off at the junction where I'd taken a wrong turn a few weeks previously and from there I got to follow the "new" section of the Tasmanian Trail down into Geeveston via four foot road.
There were a few little climbs to start with, but soon the downhills came thick, steep and fast. I'd feel sorry for a horse rider going this way. The run down four foot road was just brilliant: Barely turned a pedal.
Bec and Tracy were even waiting for me in the little coffee shop at the bottom where a latte and much drooling over chocolates took place.