After a rather different years riding I see that I have put 20,676 kilometres behind me. Not the highest I've done in a year, but still enough.
On another note, whilst re-reading one of the many books I have on my shelves, this one by Klaus Hueneke.... Mountain Landscapes and Historic Huts. There on page 113 was a photo of a timbered boardwalk stretching up a long rise to a hut in Tasmania. The interesting part was the caption accompanying said photo.
"Olaf Moon told me that as a strapping eighteen year old he carried a bag of cement up to High Camp Memorial Hut in one ... without stopping... go." It's a cosy, compact haven looked after by the Hobart Walking Club.
The things you learn about your fellow IBA members, in the most unusual places.
On another note, whilst re-reading one of the many books I have on my shelves, this one by Klaus Hueneke.... Mountain Landscapes and Historic Huts. There on page 113 was a photo of a timbered boardwalk stretching up a long rise to a hut in Tasmania. The interesting part was the caption accompanying said photo.
"Olaf Moon told me that as a strapping eighteen year old he carried a bag of cement up to High Camp Memorial Hut in one ... without stopping... go." It's a cosy, compact haven looked after by the Hobart Walking Club.
The things you learn about your fellow IBA members, in the most unusual places.