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We braved the heat and rode to the event from Surly Brewing Company with The Current, Freewheel Bike, and 30 Days of Biking, admired and won ARTCRANK bike posters, and explored the culture of craft with The Growler. We made art and got safe with The Hub Bike Co-op safety checks and spin-a-paint, and rocked out to live music from Warehouse Eyes & Totally Awesome Summer.
We played #BikeNightMia Bingo struck a pose in the Nice Ride Minnesota photobooth and checked out the latest and greatest bike gear from Shinola, One on One Bicycle Studio, Handsome Cycles, and Cherry Cycles.
We also connected with the biking community from Minneapolis Bicycle Coalition, Open Streets Minneapolis, Midtown Greenway Coalition, MPLS Bike Love, Slow Roll Twin Cities, The My Bike Project, Major Taylor Bicycling Club of Minnesota, and Black Girls Do Bike; enjoyed the spectacle of Art Bikes of MN, and climbed on an old-fashioned high-wheel bike with the Cycling Museum of Minnesota.
And it was all FREE!
Mon. 13th Nov - Bus Perth to Albany. Rode Albany to Camp Kennedy - 39.44 kms 404m
The crows are loud at Jo’s and first light is 4:45 so I was up about 45 mins before my alarm call at 5:30 am.
I went out to get my bike unboxed and set up. We’d put it in the garage the night before. Jo warned me about not leaving the garage door open if I had to pop back inside as there were a lot of thefts in the area including her neighbours bike that was stolen when left for a short amount of time. The garage is hidden from the street but it turned out we’d left the garage wide open all night! All good no bikes or other things missing!
I did decide to leave my water filter back at her place and just stick with using water purification tablets to save on weight and bulk I also decided on leaving the SPOT Tracker I’d borrowed from Russ. Not sure if that was the best move but it’s all weight and bulk right!
Jo was awesome and she ended up taking me to Armadale Coach station. It was a bit of a trek in the end and took a bit longer than expected. She looked after me though as usual and gave me a lovely looking quiche for my lunch on the coach and we did a quick stop at Coles where I got some pasta and pesto for my first few nights food. I picked up a lighter too, while looking at a suggested gear list my Munda Biddi phone app on the plane I realised I’d not got a lighter for my stove!
Loading the bike was cruisy, I didn’t have to remove the wheel or anything else and it was played flat underneath the bus with the rest of the luggage. Mobile reception was lost within minutes of leaving Armadale and it was into some nice native bush with grass trees and the likes. It didn’t last long though before that turned to forestry for logging and then crops and the huge WA wheat belt! Closer to Albany there was more sheep farming as well as the odd herd of cattle.
It was dull and grey with showers around and wet roads and I caught a few zzs. We stopped after 90 mins for a pit stop at Williams Roadhouse. 35 mins seemed excessive given the coach had only left Perth 2 hours ago! I did get chatting to the driver though, a very affable chap who had actually cycled the Munda Biddi himself!
We got into Albany ahead of schedule. The bike was just about ready to go so 5 mins later I was on the road heading up York St to the southern terminus for the obligatory photo. It was a grey day in Albany with plenty of wind and showers. I headed off to a spot 30kms down the trail close to Cosy Corner. Camp Kennedy was a Baptist camp about 3 kms of the main trail and for $20, a few more $ than camping I would get a room and shelter from the wind and rain.
The trail followed the big bay in Albany. I got shouted at by a car with a plate that spelled anarchy! The big bay had some interesting features, there was a whiskey distillery, an old tree hung with boots that had a memorial stone at the base, a yard with dressed up figures doing various jobs on old tractors and an old steam engine on someone’s front verve!
After a while the road headed inland through native bush and up through the grassmere wind farms. Wow the windmills were big and the trail passed the base of some! There were also a little noisy!
The trail turned to dirt as we went up . There were nice wildflowers and some fantastic bright yellow banksia cones.
About 20kms in, at the highest point luckily my gear cable snapped and I was stuck in the hardest gear! It was about 10 kms to Camp Kennedy, a Baptist Camp, one of the many church camps they have in WA. Given there were shower with more forecast I was happy that they had a bunk house accommodation available for just $20, so no need to pitch a tent and get 2 wet.
Luckily the last 10 kms stuck in the hard gear was mainly downhill and then flat.
The room was basic with a twin bed and a comfortable chair but it was cold. I was provided with a sheet, pillow and a light dooner but with a few extra clothes it was enough to keep warm. I was sharing the place with a frog for the first while before I shoed it out with a broom!
The manager in the place had a workshop and was able to help fix a clamp on my cable so it was in a middle gear, hopefully enough to get me to Denmark the next day for some repairs!
I kept waking in the night to hear the rain and thunder.
Rode Hall is a beautiful early eighteenth century country house with a fine collection of porcelain and extensive gardens set in a Repton landscape.
Home to the Wilbraham family since 1669, the extensive grounds boast a woodland garden, formal garden designed by Nesfield in 1860, a stunning two acre walled kitchen garden, which provides produce for the farmers' market and tearooms and a new Italian garden.
Abbess Roding, Essex
Opposite the south wall is a tablet of a very unusual design. It is dated 1633 and commemorates Mildred, wife of Sir William Lucklyn, who is shown looking out from a curtained recess with her head reclining on her right hand while her left hand is on an open book. Cherubs are holding back the curtains and two angels are depicted about to place a crown on her head.
We boast no virtues, and we beg no tears ; O reader ; if thou hast but eyes and ears, It is enough ; but tell me, why Thou com'st to gaze ? is it to pry Into our cost, or borrow A copy of our sorrow ? Or, dost thou come To learn to die, Not knowing whom To practise by ? If this be thy desire, Then draw thee one step nigher ; Here lies a precedent — a rarer Earth never shew'd ; nor Heaven a fairer. She was — but room forbids to tell thee what— Sum all perfection up, and she was — that.
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