Showing posts with label MTB. Show all posts
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Sunday, April 13, 2025

Derby MTB Trip 2025

 

Well, we managed to herd some cats and assembled five of us for a flight from Brisbane to Tasmania for our now annual March mtbing trip. It was almost touch and go this year as cyclone Alfred hit Brisbane in the days before we were meant to leave. As it was, we only had power restored on the Sunday afternoon, then we flew out early Monday afternoon.

Arriving in Launceston with all of our bikes we grabbed two hire cars and hit the supermarket for a stock up. 

It was then on to Derby and our accommodation at the Lazy Queen Air BnB. 

Nice bush ummm....hedge. 

We were pretty beat so it was straight to bed. We will put the bikes together in the morning.


Once the bikes were together we pedaled the short distance to the shuttle pick up point.  No unnecessary pedalling uphill for us this trip! 

Up, Down, Around (UDA) shuttles was our company of choice.  We have found them to have the most regular uplifts during the day and the friendliest drivers.


After rain on the Monday afternoon the trails were in perfect condition - grippy as heck!



We did about six uplifts for the day with the last leading to a long pedal around the Dambusters trail to Troughty trail for the gun riders and Cuddles trail for Dan and I.

Dambusters 

Lunches were at the 2 Doors Down Cafe. It was a bit quiet for the first half of the week - which suited us just fine. 


Dinner at the Dorset Hotel finished a great first day.



Black Stump shuttle drop-off. 


Wednesday was more of the same until a thunderstorm decided to hit the town mid afternoon. 


Kingswall trail. 


 Dan and I retired to the pub for a cold one.......  
 

...while the others kept pedalling... and got their cold one in the form of a drenching. It also made the rock a tad slippery apparently.



It was a cold and gloomy walk to The Hub for dinner that night. Luckily it is only a 290 metre walk.



This necessitated some bike maintenance next day.


All good though as Derby trails handle the rain well and would be mint for the next day. 




Dinner tonight was at The Hub wood fired pizza place.  Great pizza washed down with excellent local Pinot Noir.  Mtbing does give you an appetite! 😉


There are some nice new accommodations in Derby these days. You don't necessarily need to opt for an old miners cottage.


More local riding was had on the Thursday before grabbing the big shuttle up to Blue Teir on the Friday for the trio of First 13, Blue Tier and Atlas trails.  




Blue Tier is like being on another planet.  The trail winds through mossy, tree fern lined gorgeous trail. (that I didn't photograph - apart from this growth on a tree fern.)


This was an epic day on the bikes with lunch at the self proclaimed "Worst Pub in Australia ", the Weldborough Hotel. There was a large group of dirt bikers in the parking area, who had also stopped in for lunch during their guided tour. That looked like fun too.


I think the monika for the pub came from a moto journo in another century - before mtbing brought tourists and money to the town via the Blue Tier/Atlas trail run because it is certainly an awesome little pub with great food and beers these days! There must have been fifty or sixty people enjoying the beer garden with us.


Though we were cursing the huge steak sandwich as we pedalled off down Atlas though, what with our now over-full stomachs! No photos were taken due to the discomfort and fatigue we were starting to feel.

That was soon forgotten however as we finished the day with a big downhill run into Cuddles trail and it's huge rock drop off, again. 😎


Photos don't do the drop on Cuddles any justice. That rock is at least 10 metres high and near vertical! It's an awesome feeling to ride it and survive! I'm pleased to say I rode it a couple of times this year - last year was a big NO.


Shane at the bottom of the drop. 


We rolled into town knackered but very satisfied. 


We rode the Saturday morning - because why not? -  and polished off a trail I hadn't ridden yet this trip, Roxanne, which was quite challenging but also much more fun than last year due to some new works on it's upper section.

Shane on Roxanne. 


Yep, Roxanne is rocks and rocks and rox.......anne... 


Will om Roxanne. 

All packed up we headed to Scottsdale for a beer at the Little Rivers Brewery. Unfortunately they didn't have a very extensive menu so it was off to the Scottsdale bakery, just up the road for a mighty fine pie.



We also called in to the Whiskey distillery which is located very conveniently at the airport in one of the old freight hangers. I'm not a whiskey drinker but it was interesting to look at the old aviation nostalgia on display.





And so it was soon time to check in and jump on our flight home. Almost five days of riding some of the best trails in the country had been a blast and I count myself lucky to do it with a great crew of mates who make travelling away a pleasant experience. We may have only covered 170km but they were all high quality mountain biking kilometres.








Cheers.


Monday, March 9, 2020

The Victoria Divide 550 - Day 4


My alarm went off again at 6am. That seemed like too soon but was another decent seven and a half hours sleep. I jumped up, got dressed and packed my sleep kit away. I wasn't feeling hungry so just drank the coffee milk I had carried and got pedalling just on first light. The trail was fairly pleasant, gradient wise but I took it easy to allow my weary body to warm up a bit. 

I soon came to a stupidly steep section of track that I just resigned myself to walking. It wasn't a bad morning for a walk.

They never look as steep in photos.


Sunday, March 8, 2020

The Victoria Divide 550 - Day 3



I woke with the sun this morning, not opting to set an alarm to get up too early. I figured I was only about 40km from Mt Buller which equalled lunch and a resupply. I ate the other salami sandwich from the general store in Jamieson and washed it down with a big coffee milk. No need for a refrigerator out here!

Crappy low light photo of the camp.


Saturday, March 7, 2020

The Victoria Divide 550 - Day 2



My alarm went off at 0630, waking me from a somewhat fitful, yet refreshing sleep. It is hard to sleep peacefully when your legs are yelling at you but I did feel pretty good. As soon as I got up I noticed that my phone and cache battery  lights were not lit, indicating they were not charging. I wandered over to flip on the light and ...... nothing! Ahhh, the power was out! Oh, well. There was still hot water so a quick shower to wake up, then pack everything back onto the bike.
I rolled out the door at 7am and coasted down the chilly main street to find the Foodworks, hoping they would be open as the power seemed to be out for the whole town.



Thursday, March 5, 2020

The Victoria Divide 550 - Day 1



The Victoria Divide 550 bikepacking route is the brainchild of 2018 Tour Divide winner Lewis Ciddor (Great interview with Lewis HERE by Ross Burrage on his "The Hidden Athlete" podcast) who was the first Aussie to win the iconic Tour Divide Race.
The route basically divides the state of Victoria in two by arcing north east out of Melbourne, carving through the high country before undulating across the rolling countryside of rural northern Victoria.


So, how did I become involved in this crazy endeavour? Well, I watched the inaugural race last year online and read the subsequent blog write ups about it. I sort of know the country down there and I love being in any of the Australian Alps, be they located in NSW or Victoria. So when the race popped up on my radar late last year I tagged it with "Interested" on FaceBook. 

Then I forgot about it.


Thursday, October 19, 2017

Bloody (Beautiful) Rain


Well the riding has been seriously slowed due to incessant rain. It has rained for 5 straight days now with showers still on the forecast!

Green where it was brown 1 week ago

This hasn't stopped me completely but where I was on track to hit my 1000km goal on perhaps Monday, here I am on Thursday still stuck on 880km. This is partly due to the fact that spare parts finally turned up for my broken Habit and it suddenly became a mad rush to get myself organised for a mtb trip to Tasmania. A trip that I honestly didn't think I would be going on due to a busted bike.


But here I am, sitting in Launceston, waiting for the other 4 guys to arrive on their Jet* flight. We will then head for the newly hallowed mtbing lands around Derby in Northeast Tassie. Here I hope to crank up the kilometres as best as I can. Dirt is much harder to rack the k's up on but at least I will be earning those donations!
Anyway, here's hoping my next post will be from Derby!(subject to standby travel....)

Cheers

Friday, October 13, 2017

A Munda Biddy Sampler


The Great Cycle Challenge rolls on despite a work trip getting in the way. Actually, this time around a work trip helped facilitate some more riding. You see, while it was nice and dry here in Perth, it has been quite wet at home which would have put the brakes on my challenge odometer had I been at home.

The day started with a pleasant ride out East from near the Perth CBD.  As I have mentioned in the past, Perth has some great cycling infrastructure with dual lane paths snaking all over the city. I followed one of these East toward the airport, occasionally taking to various back streets to get out to Midlands.

Ascot Racecourse

I had made a last minute decision to take the bike on this trip so had no pre-prepared navigation notes to follow, just a sketchy memory of which way to go. The sketchy memory came through for me with an "almost" flawless ride out to Midland and beyond to Bellevue and the start of the Heritage Rail Trail.


I have done this trail several times now so just got stuck in with climbing the range.

Darlington station

My aim was to get to Mundaring then make a decision on weather to keep heading East along the Kep Track to Northam or to turn South and sample some of the famous Munda Biddy Track.


The Munda Biddy runs from Mundaring all the way to Albany, 1000km (621mi) away on the south coast of Western Australia.


I did have a .gpx file to follow out to Northam on the Kep, but nothing at all for the Munda Biddy. Ah well, sometimes you have to live on the edge. The Munda Biddy it was going to be!!


I had a rough idea of riding down to Jarrahdale. Rough in that I knew it was south along the track but I had no idea whether it was 80km or 120km away. I also had no idea of the surface conditions and must admit I was thinking it must be like the awesome surface of the rail trail. FAIL on that one!! I did look at Trailforks and found one ride from Mundaring to Brookton Highway - quite a way from Jarrahdale - that quoted 46km. This was going to be a solid day but on the plus side, I did have ALL day! (plus lights)

Decision made, I quickly pulled into Woolies for some snacks and sustenance to keep me powering along for however long I needed to......


Did I mention it was a cracking bluebird day at about 20C(68F) and just a perfect day to be riding? Well it was! And even better, being a work trip, technically I was being paid to do this stuff....... ;) happy days!

Trail Marker Number 1

Anyway, I pushed off toward Mundaring Weir and the Weir Hotel. The track took quite a few twists and turns along here and all I had to go by were the Munda Biddy Trail blazes.

This turn obviously gets missed a bit!

Being on the CX bike I was smoking along and as a result I shot past about 6 or 8 corners. This was going to be a long day if I kept missing turns like this!


Anyway, after getting very good at feet up u-turns on gravel I was soon enough standing outside the Mundaring Weir Hotel. My neighbour, Chris, just happened to call and I was able to brag about where I was (Chris did a few years in Perth so appreciated where I was).


A little bit of  blacktop and I was back onto the dirt, looking for the yellow trail blazes. They eventually became easier to find and once I was past the maze of singletrack that is just South of Mundaring Weir they actually became very easy to spot and progress increased markedly. The trail also criss-crossed the Bibbulman Track a few times. It looked superb but alas, it is a walking only trail.



Progress increased, apart from the few hills that I had to get off and walk up as a combination of high gearing, skinny tyres and loose surface made it just not worthwhile hurting too much.


I don't want to bang on about it as every other article written about the Munda Biddy devotes many words to it but I must make mention of the loose gravel/sand (Pea Gravel) that is quite widespread, especially on downhill corners. I was running 35mm tyres at 60psi. Always going to be sketchy.

A very good section.

 While I did have 8-10 "oh shit" moments where I thought the front was folded and gone, the Sammy Slicks I was running seemed to grip on their side knobs and right me at the last moment. It certainly made it tougher but in no way was it terribly difficult to navigate. There, Pea Gravel done. Lets not speak of it again.


I pedaled on.and on.......and...on. I couldn't beleive how isolated it felt being on the trail, even though I was probably not at any time more than 50 odd kilometres from Perth city. I didn't see another soul all afternoon, apart from the two road crossings where cars were whizzing by at what looked like warp speed after my ant like progress through the twists and turns of the Munda Biddy.


I made a point of not looking at the distance measured on my GPS as I find this always underwhelms me. You know, you think you have done 100 miles and really you have only done 15.......anyway, I eventually came to Brookton Highway which I knew from my look at Trailforks in Mundaring was 46km away. Shit. 46km? That was tougher than it should have been!


Here I found a fly in the ointment of my Southward progress. There had been a controlled burn conducted in the last few days and it was still smoldering in places, so the trail was closed. There was a gravel road alternate which navigated around the burn. While I was a bit bummed, on the other hand I was down to about 200ml (6oz) of water with no prospect of getting a top up before Jarrahdale - however far that was away......


The dirt road was very wide and consisted of red gravel. It was quite smooth and it reminded me very much of the Kimberley region of Western Australia.


This is a massive state but the soil seems to be the same from top to bottom. I soft pedalled along this 19km diversion so as not to increase my thirst. I was thankful it was quite a cool day and my water consumption was low as a result.

I could see an area called Gleneagle on my GPS and was hoping that there might be a small town or shop there. There wasn't.

There was a campground which was pretty bloody grubby with rubbish everywhere-too close to the Albany highway-and no campers, whom I was hoping to cadge some water from. :(

Looking at the GPS I could see the Munda Biddy snaking around to the East before swinging back toward Jarrahdale. It crossed a sealed road, a sealed road that went straight into Jarrahdale. Being about 4pm I decided to just roll along the seal as I wasn't really sure what I would find in Jarrahdale. Yeah, yeah, do your research, I know....but this was spur of the moment and you have got to live on the edge occasionally!


I was pleasantly surprised to see that it was only 14km to Jarrahdale as it looked further on my 1 3/4" GPS screen. It proved to be a rather pleasant roll into town although apparently I did miss some really nice sections of the trail that ran through an old P.O.W. camp and along an elevated ex railway. Oh well, next time.

50ml left....and I hadn't really drank for 2 hours.....

Once in Jarrahdale I quickly found the general store and went mad in the fridge, emerging to sit in the late afternoon sun with water, chocolate milk, chicken sandwich, fruit cake etc.......and settled into it.

Food and lodging - both top notch!

Sitting at the table next to me were two guys I took to be hikers. Chatting, it quickly emerged that they were from Victoria and doing an End to End of the Munda Biddy on bikes. We chatted away for a bit when I learned that the general store also had a B & B upstairs. For a modest price I could get a room with continental breakfast. I could also have dinner in the Jarrahdale Tavern with my newly found friends. SOLD!

Jarrahdale Tavern - the photo does not do it justice.

After draining the Jarrahdale water supply in the shower (did I mention it was getting cold now?) I doused myself in deodorant (only travelling with my now stinky riding gear)  and wandered down to the Tavern for dinner. Dave and Ross turned out to be brothers from Bright and Ballarat in Victoria and were taking 3 weeks to do the Munda Biddy. We enjoyed a great meal, even better beers and discussed all things mtbing for quite a while. Well, until about 7:30, when we all decided we were stuffed and elected to turn in for the night.


The stats for the day were -


Day 2


I was up early the next morning and tucked into the continental breakfast my hosts had left out. I wanted to be on the road early to beat the traffic and to give myself plenty of time to get back to the hotel as I would be more or less following my nose. 

I headed out of town and turned right onto Nettleton Road as instructed by Jim, the owner of the Jarrahdale Bed and Breakfast/Store who promised me that it was a nice quiet road with not much climbing. Thankfully he was bang on the money with only a half dozen cars passing me on the entire road and what hills there were, were very gentle.


When I finally met the South Western Highway at Byford I was instantly back in the bustle of a city with cars whizzing along the road and it took a few minutes before a break large enough for me to safely cross the highway emerged. Talk about leaving a time warp! Yuk!


Most of the rest of the morning consisted of battling ever increasing morning traffic which is the same as traffic in any major city - just bloody awful. There were flashes of brilliance when I would find one of Perth's great bike paths but these tended to petre out into nothing, then I was back on the road, dodging idiots who should have got out of bed just 5 minutes earlier.


I eventually found my regular river loop bike path and trundled along the Swan River and around to a cafe' that I like to frequent when in Perth and in possession of a bike. The Bayside Kitchen is a great location to kick back and watch the water. As a bonus they do awesome food and coffee too!


From here I ambled back around the river with no particular goal in mind. It was too early to head back to the hotel and the riding was too easy on the flat bike path not to keep riding, so I did keep rolling around the place soaking up the glorious day.


Eventually doing nothing in particular got the better of me and I went back to the hotel to prepare for work that night. All in all, a great morning on the bike that felt soooo easy yet yielded 86km(53mi) for the tally.




So, at Thursday lunchtime - Day 12 - I sat at 737km(457mi) for the month. I might not quite make my self imposed 14 day/1000km but it will not be far off.


 Is 2000km for October still possible? 
Time for a controlled burn........



Cheers and thanks for checking in.