Day one: Wangaratta to Everton

Our ride begins! I roused the troops at six, and we sped through a number of pre-ride tasks; last minute shopping, a coffee for mum. And so we were on that trail by noon!

What a sparkling perfect day for riding, and for letting one's helmeted head fall forward and drift off to sleep.

I'm told that we passed rivers, rolling hills, villages, old farmhouses, birds and even an echidna.

Mum and I were the speedy pair; fast, sleek and zippy. Good old Joel and daddy are the slow and steady packhorses - good on ya fellas.

The mountains around Bright were a constant backdrop to the day. You could almost see the snow!