After a fantastic morning at the Breakfast Club, Mike tucked the “Gregory Special” back in her “spot” at work and Billy, Charlotte, Mike and I piled in Bertha-the-wonder-van (yes my Multivan has a name; she deserves to have a name with all the hard work she does).
We had a hard task catching the group after the car swap – not because they were doing anything silly, but because we got stuck behind all the Sunday drivers, sightseers and locals. No-one wants to go any faster than 80kph on Main Neerim Rd, even though the speed limit is 100…so I sit behind the Sunday driver, then the “Farmer Joe” and finally the sightseer doing I kid you not – 60kph. Finally the way is clear and even though the road is twisty I chip away at the gap between us and the group. We got a good laugh more than once at the posted speed limit signs, particularly coming out of roadworks – apart from the towns the road to Mount Baw Baw is 100kph. It’s very twisty, in parts extremely narrow so it’s a huge challenge to be doing anywhere close to 100kph! We catch up with the group between Icy Creek and Tanjil Bren. Apparently the group stopped not once, but twice as Steve needed to pile on more layers in order to keep the roof down in the Fiat Spyder! We stopped at Tanjil Bren for the required “comfort stop” and the story apparently went something along the lines of ” how embarrassing – I was caught by a KOMBI”…good onya Bertha! To be fair, sitting up high and having great vision helps a lot. A lot of the corners are blind, the road was wet and slippery in parts and being able to see over the cars in front and gauge the road conditions ahead is a distinct advantage.
After leaving Tanjil Bren, we ascent and then descent and ascent again. The road gets twistier and narrower and we move up into the clouds. I now know why the road lines are yellow up there…at times on the way back down, following the yellow line was the only way to know where the road went.
We set a leisurely pace to the summit, rising above the clouds into the sunshine. We elected to sit outside for lunch, in beautiful sunshine for the most part, although the clouds threatened to engulf us a couple of times. Charlotte and Billy were amazed by this – Charlotte even decided to try “tasting” them. Charlotte’s verdict on cloud tasting – apparently they taste just horrible!
We enjoyed the company of several GCC Sporting register members over lunch (more correctly whilst waiting for lunch to arrive)…the Pub was not prepared for a deluge of people with no lunch booking; but they managed just fine in the end. Next time we’ll ring ahead, won’t we guys!
We left the mountain just before 3.00pm and boy was I pleased we left when we did. The cloud cover and fog going back down was so thick that I could do nothing but keep my eyes glued on the yellow line for a few kms. I kept hoping that the yellow line wouldn’t run out until we were clear of the clouds. Now this is the freaky part – the yellow line stopped EXACTLY at the point the clouds and fog cleared. At the very point where I could actually see the road ahead, the yellow line ran out. Now how many days did it take the engineers to work out where that yellow line should end I wonder?
A fabulous day spent with terrific people – our first outing of hopefully many with the Sporting Register. It was fun! Thanks to all the guys and gals for making us feel so welcome…
The kids enjoyed themselves running up and down the old ski slope after lunch – nothing like fresh air and space to run…and this is the usual result:
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