What started out as a two-man, one-day ride to redeem a rider’s fallen pride ended up as seven riders out to photograph the head waters of the Hunter River in NSW.
Most of us don’t need an excuse to go for a ride, but we have to come up with some kind of believable justification for our Significant Other. These reasons can, at times, be quite spectacular. In this case the need to com plete a section which had got the better of me once before would’ve been perfectly obvious to any rider with even the tiniest levels of testosterone, but I suspected the motivation might not have carried the same urgency with others in my household, so something a little more Bear Grylls was called for.
“We’ll search for the source of Hunter River,” I declared, “Like the African explorers of old searching for the source of The Nile!”