No, nothing to do with God. Just a fine morning for a ride. Cold, very cold, but fantastic conditions. No avoiding the winter tights for those who wanted to keep their knee joints from freezing into immobility.
At last I managed to make it out on a group ride with TE. The pace was pretty reasonable, so I didn't suffer too much on the bumpy bits. I elected to take the part KL, in the name of discretion, and it paid dividends with a good ride home and pleasantly sore legs.
The Kinglake climb is pretty sobering- lots of burnt out shells of houses, and bare tree trunks. Some views have the eucalypts sprouting in their irrepressible manner, whereas other areas seem to be totally burnt to matchsticks. It must have been incredible when the fire was there. You really get a sense of how much more intense it was than most bushfires.
On a lighter note, Stu send around a fine photo of a stack, complete with brolly.
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