For the fun of it.

A foggy evening on the ridge.

A message sent to the group chat planning an overnighter was not jumped on, so my first solo adventure was set. Leaving Wellington City at 3 pm and going past work to have a pre-ride beer seemed like a good start to the adventure, and after adding air to my newly discovered blown shock, I hit the road.

The rig, and a quick stop for dinner.

For dinner, I stopped by Burger Wisconsin and found some space in my already packed bag for a post-arrival dinner, the ride which I’ve done many times, all went to plan except for a small diversion down the tip track (thankfully realised only halfway down). After walking back up, I continued on to the camp spot, which, given the wind, was surprisingly sheltered

After finishing my lukewarm burger and a beer, I’d brought up the light was fading so i set in for the night. My “flat camp spot” left more to be desired as I kept sliding down the end of the tent (note for next time). A very restless night was had, as happens in tents it seems, and I awoke to an awesome sunrise that made up for the foggy night before.

Pretty hard to beat a view like this.

Setting out relatively early, I rode the red rocks track down and around the coast to the local cafe to grab a coffee and a scone for breakfast, pre-tattoo appointment at 10 am was nice to catch up with my friend Jord and spin a few yarns about recent bike adventures.

After some punishment, and a quick stop by the beach, I set off home for a well-needed shower and a nap. Overall, a mixed bag for my first solo overnighter with inherent lack of point and proof that you don’t need to go far for an adventure.

(written while in the pain cave at @lovehertz