Sunday was, of course, paddle day. Conditions were very good with a modest swell and light winds. I probably would have picked a different beach to launch from if I had known there would be six paddlers, but we went from our home bay across to North Head and up the Murramarang Coast to Dark Beach. It was possible to paddle into the cave if you were careful.
On Thursday, I went out to get some elevation training on the legs. What you really want is a very steep climb of about a thousand metres or, at least 800 metres over a short distance. That’s very tough here on the coast without driving a long way. West of the coast, there are some hills that reach almost 700 metres, but the starting elevation is 100 metres, the drive takes an hour each way, and the fire trails are less steep than ideal. When I was training for Canada in 2019, I had worked out the drive time to elevation gain per metre ratio for a variety of hill climbs within an hours drive! Bolaro Mountain Fire Trail, which is only about half an hour from home, seems to work reasonably well for limited driving. You can go either south to Bolaro or north to the communication towers on Erics Ridge, and I got 740 metres of gain out of that.
On Friday, with stiff legs, I got on the mountain bike and rode around the trails. My lucky day in that I did not encounter any E-bikes! Saturday, we headed off to the Snowy Mountains and stopped at Molongolo Gorge Reserve to walk the trail along Molongolo Creek on the way. A pretty little river running in a steep sided canyon with a half dozen small cascades along its length.
Sunday, of course, was skiing. From Guthega Pondage, we skied up the long gentle south ridge that eventually leads up to the Rolling Grounds. The only walking required was the 1.3 kilometres down the pondage road, across the dam wall, and up the old road on the north side of the Snowy River. There was enough snow to put skis on above the Snowy River and, by skiing to one side or other of the higher ridge, we skied all the way to Consett Stephen Pass and up the ridge north of Mount Tate. There were a number of skiers heading up the ridge but they all seemed to turn back after a couple of hundred metres. We had one run down into Falls Creek which was pleasant yet short, but otherwise, the day was trundling along on the low angle slopes that characterise the flattest continent on the planet.
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