Left home in light rain on Friday morning, and headed south with Mr S, GB, the Bent one, and his brother – the weather varied from light rain to heavy shit with some dry bits along the way. It’s amazing how you can feel the heavy stuff stabbing you through 4 layers, and one of them was leather! The Lindis was dry, which was cool, and the wet stuff had pretty much stopped by Tekapo. I had a blast in the dry from Frankton to Garston. Built the house in the dry and then headed over to the pub to get wet on the inside. What a great night that was! Some memories from the night – a great Lamb Madras for tea, a great band, great fun catching up and dancing, GB pacing himself! Man what a pace he set too, I couldn’t keep up! And dead ants on the road.
Saturday, I woke to the light patter of rain on the tent – I wonder what he time is? Fuck me it’s 1208, hmmm I might get up and make lunch. I just lazed about for the rest of the day and had a cruisy time. Saturday night was great with the games and the “special” act, I was very impressed the abilities displayed. Highlights would have to be the singer that was on in the late afternoon/evening – what a great voice, and of course the special act. Well done too to the KB’ers – GB best european bike, 1st in the slow race, and got a bag of AJ Hackett stuff tossed into the crowd, SD won the wet jock, and a dirty weekend for 2 in Queenstown, and good on ya Kemet for giving the Wet T a go. Oh, and there was NO rain! It was a nice starry night!
Sunday, I woke to a nice dry tent and some high overcast. Breakfast was made, the camp was stuck, final good byes and away we go. The same 5 of us headed back to Frankton for fuel, then over the Crown range to Wanaka. The other 4 continued on to Fox Glacier while I made my own way home back up the centre. The weather was a mixture of dry and light rain till Fairlie, then it PISSED down to Geraldine, then dry and warm the rest of the way. I didn’t trust the weather through Rakaia gorge so left the wets on until Glentunnel. Home at 5.20. Highlights for today – the Crown Range, finally getting out of the one piece wet weathers at Glentunnel, and a cold beer when I got home.
598km there and 620km home.
Pics later when I’ve sorted through them.
And finally and most importantly – WELL DONE JAN! A bloody good effort and a great result! Yes, you had help from a lot of the locals, but you were the driving force behind this, you had the idea and you made it happen. Thanks for a great rally and on behalf of males everywhere thanks for supporting prostate cancer the way you have.
The views expressed above may not match yours - But that's the reason my Dad went to war - wasn't it?
Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, .... but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out,... shouting "man, what a ride"!!!
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