What I did with my bike over the last ten days.......
Drove it 650-odd kilometres to a Make a Difference Camp at Portsea. I spent three days touring Point Nepean National Park showing groups of 13-16 year olds around the Quarantine Station. Some of the more adventurous kids made it all the way out to the point. It was about 4km from Camp to the Bike shed, so every trip was a race between the bus and I. 50/50 win/loss on that one. The kids loved it, shouting "encouragement" at me out the windows......
We crossed the Bolte bridge on the way down, pointing out to the kids all the cranes that transferred the containers from the ships to the trains that pass our house. Then all week we watched the container ships make their way up Port Philip Bay. My kids loved it.
Giant Swing in the foreground, Queenscliff ferry in the background.
Forts and guns everywhere.
This weird lumpy wet stuff.
Looked for Harold, couldn't find him.
The Point is one of those places I've wanted to visit, but it's not exactly on the way to anywhere so I thought I'd never get here.
Police Point looking back towards Portsea
An I'll fated trip to London Bridge (it's behind me)
No kids had joined me for the last bike session of camp. So I decided to use the time to pack up the bike shed, stopping at the look out on the way. 200m short I've picked up a nail in the rear tyre. The hole in the tread sealed, but the exit hole in the sidewall wouldn't. Plus, in the to and fro a Di2 plug had wiggled off, so I rolled down hills on 5 psi, and crawled up the hills slower than the kids were riding them.
Best. Camp. Ever.
from me.
