BurbleChaz

To Lysterfield Lake Park again. The More Sensible cyclist was persuaded to have another go at some singletrack. We swooped along the lake circuit track to the dam, pedalled (or pushed) up Snipe Track and headed into the forest. After doing the whole Blair Witch track, Enough Had Been Done, so we rode back to the car around the main lake track.

While others found a quiet spot for some relaxation, I headed off on a full 20km circuit. About a third of the way round I started to notice a profound lack of breakfast. Halfway round, at the switchbacks, I was feeling pretty miserable. I would have given up and come home, except there were other riders to chase down and pass. I knocked off one on the climb, one on the steep descent and a two more on the fast traverses. Smug.

As I hacked back up the Blair Witch track, I was overtaken (well, crossed, really) by a couple of kangaroos. They stopped right by the track, less than ten metres from me, and had a nibble of the greenery. A few of minutes later another one arrived. They were all females, carrying young. I was starting to get a little bit apprehensive - surrounded by large, territorial wild animals. Herbivores or not, they can dish out a serious kicking.

Then Daddy turned up. He loped onto the path right behind me, stopped and gave me a serious optical inspection. He was twice the size of the females and, critically, bigger than me. Discretion being the better part valour, I snapped a couple of shots and hared off with some enthusiasm. He didn't chase me. The photos were ruined by camera shake.

The only decent picture I got was of the first two:

Boing.