Cowes to Queenscliff (and Home)
Are you all done? Are you all finished? Going, going…..Well, yes, I am finished. I'm home and already I'm wondering if I was away at all. My legs say yes, I was away. It felt quite weird driving a car. No sweating and groaning up hills, for a start.
So let's get the more boring part of this last post out of the way. The MMR by statistics. 1145km at an average 96km/ day over the 12 days ridden (ie, excluding the 3 rest days). 7610 metres climbed overall. This can be broken into the 6 days getting to Bombala and the 9 days after Bombala (when I changed the course I rode). To Bombala I climbed an average of 925 mtres/ day. After Bombala that average was 425 metres/ day, a touch less than half. Roughly same daily distance with just 60% of the climbing. Weather-wise and effort-wise, I'm glad I altered the originally planned route.
Enough. What about D15, the final day of riding?
Two ferry trips, a liaison with a Japanese cyclist, a celebratory “I finished” lunch with Viv and a car trip home were the highlights.
A beautiful morning in Cowes. While waiting for the ferry to Stony Point, on the Mornington Penisula, I got chatting with Toshi, a Japanese cyclist completing a trip from Sydney to Melbourne. I guided him across the peninsula to Dromana and showed him the best route up the bay to deposit him in central Melbourne. Lovely bloke and nice to have ridden with him. With all the chatting and well-wishing I had to race on down the road to make the noon ferry from Sorrento to Queenscliff, where Viv was waiting. With the wind at my back and a hot lunch date to chase I was always going to make it. With time to spare, I might add.
On the ferry crossing there was a pod of about 10 dolphins surfing and generally playing in the big ferry's bow waves. Such effortless grace and endlessly entertaining for all.
On to Queenscliff. Would she or wouldn't she? Nuh, was never going to happen. A quick congratulatory kiss from Viv and a well done. Not that I would have done differently. A big, lovely hug and more passionate kiss were reserved for post-shower. A nice lunch in Queenscliff was a fitting end to a mostly excellent journey.
And there it was. Another episode of my bike touring adventures was over. Joy at finishing, sad that it was over. My we're fickle beasties. Thanks for tuning in and for your comments.