Mount Buffalo - the day of the melting bitumen...
Day One of my Victorian Alps challenge dawns hot and humid. Cathie and I ride along the pleasant Rail Trail path out of Myrtleford, which I'll blog about next week, for thirty kilometres to Bright. Instead of a light morning tea, befitting this early hour, I chow down on a baguette of pork and salad. I figure I'll need all the energy I can muster to tackle Mount Buffalo. It's 10.30 before I leave Cathie in Bright and already the temperature is passing 35 degrees. The last time I climbed Mount Buffalo, my ascent was accompanied by the melodic and restful sound of running water. It was as though the mountainside was leaking. Today, with the crackling heat, I half-expect the gums to self-combust as I reach Eurobin Creek at the four-kilometre mark. The leaves of the trees are drooping, others are slowly drifting to the ground aided by a gust of parching hot wind. The birds are still out though. I see King Parrots, Kookaburras and Green-eyes and hear the familiar whip-call of ...