I was riding along, maybe a week after the fires, and all the bush on both sides of the trail were burnt. Then I come across this little pocket of green which somehow survived and it was weird so I took a photo. Maybe a helicopter with a bucket of water saved it.
Strong winds a few days after the fires covered the trails with dried leaves and sticks, frikin sticks clogging up my rear derailleur for weeks and then came the hoards of bloody deafening and pissing on you cicadas!!!
I've got a few more pics, maybe I'll post them up as a one year tribute.