If you are alone, then the country is not your playground, it is your companion; and nature becomes Nature, a person, someone to whom you can almost talk. You do not only walk through measured miles; you sit, dreaming, contemplating, absorbing it all, through unmeasured minutes.
So I love the outdoors, this much is obvious. Whether you’re reading my blog for the first time, or have been hanging around for a while, I think it’s safe to assume with a blog called Getting Out There that my happiness in life involves being outside. Unfortunately, in late November 2020 I injured my spine, herniating my L5/S1 disc.
This morning I woke up to the nicest morning yet. A beautiful sunrise was shining through the trees and across the river, lighting up a wedge-tailed eagle in her nest in the tree directly above my tent. Compared to the wind of last night it was a beautiful tranquil scene.
I had a bit of rain today, but nothing too heavy and after the past few days, it was actually quite refreshing. I woke in Cohuna, had my coffee and breakfast and packed down my camp quite quickly. I didn’t have phone reception so was keen to get into a better area for it so I could let my partner know I was OK, etc. I was also low on water so decided to venture away from the Murray to detour through Cohuna township.
I got up nice and early this morning — 0500 — to catch the Ballarat V/Line train to Melbourne at 0615. I packed the bike last night, making sure everything was lashed and ready to go. Then lo and behold, the skies opened up and rain started pouring! Not the most auspicious start to the trip…
I hate Sydney, and also Melbourne Victory, so it’s hard to know who to barrack for but hopefully we just get a good game from the girls. Want to see my favourite, Princess Ibini, score a goal. Makes being stuck resting in bed that much more enjoyable.