We have far too much fun to blog about it all. If I wrote about all the awesome stuff we do, eventually you’d read a sentence starting “I sat down to blog about it…” and we would enter some terrifying loop of metacircular nonsense from which we would never escape. Well, that’s my excuse anyway.
First – a couple of pictures of Brisbane taken from the 28th floor of a building I work in:
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- Those mountains! Huge!
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- It’s brown because it’s full of chunky nutritional goodness. Mmm- Chunky.
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- River, Bridges, Mountains
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- Is it really that colour?
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- Looks flat? Look again
Today, my plan was:
- Climb Mount Coot-tha on my bike again
- Descend the track to Gap Creek
- Climb the track back to the top
- Descend back to the car park
Summary: Partial success. 2 out of 4 ain’t bad.
Dropped Sensible Cyclist at Botanical Gardens, where she found an orchestral concert in progress. Climbed to the Lookout in a nosebleeding personal best of 17’06”. Climbed on to the start of the Kokoda Track to Gap Creek. Descended 20 metres. Saw this:
Looks flat? Look again
It doesn’t look too bad, does it? Now – look at the horizon. Now look at the trees. The furthest part of the path is 50m away. Yes, that is a 20m drop. Bugger that, I said, and finished the road circuit.
Then we went to the pub.