Sarah: Sunny weekend in May

Tom’s teaching a course, but the sun’s shining, gorgeously for this late in the season and we’ve had far too few weekends out of town in the 6 weeks we’ve been back. So I’m off.

I’m slow and faffy getting going – can’t quite decide on my route, where I’ll finish up, what train I’ll get back, how best to load my bike for a weekender. I need hardly anything. I leave stove and mug behind this time, willing to do without coffee for 3 days in the interests of simplicity, though I might pause if someone suggested I give it up for 20 months. I even consider leaving out my waterproof given the forecast but it’s late May and I’m not quite that brave. In a moment of stunning under preparedness I also forget my puncture repair kit. Ah well. I’ve an inner tube and pump, I’ll be fine if I get one puncture, just can’t afford the luxury of 2.

Before Porcelain Rocket saddlebag ownership, I’d probably have used either a backpack or a trailer for this trip. I prefer the current set-up.

I take the train to the eastern edge of the city. I had considered riding but it’s already afternoon by the time I get going and I want to maximize bush time. From the end of the line at Midland Station I’m on the Railway Heritage Trail as far as Mundaring, then the Munda Biddi.

Groovy street art just near Midland train station, a testimony to a growing community interest in all things bike related

Then it’s just me and the gum trees, tyres singing on lovely single track. I know and love these forests, with their blend of jarrah, marri, banksia and grass trees (we used to call them Blackboys; we are not allowed to any more). The trail is rutted in places, rocky in others, at times technical enough that I need briefly to don my mountain biking head. There’s a sweet strange coming together of a sport I’ve learned to love in far-off places as an adult and the landscape of my childhood.

The typical south-west WA “bush”. With apologies for the iPhone photos. Hopefully you’ve come to expect something better from us. This was not a DSLR-lugging trip, in fact I doubt I’d’ve paused for photos at all had not a blog post begun to take shape in my mind.
A section of track I’m very happy to be going down rather than up!

Dusk, just black cockatoos for companions and the heart and soul rightness of being out here. The week’s worries fade (someone offered me a job!), I am back inside my own skin and comfortable. A thump signals companions of a different sort and I watch 4 roos hop by, the graceful long tailed creatures of this home. It’s not Patagonia but it sure ain’t bad.

I open out on a bit of downhill, without a cyclocomputer now I wonder how fast I’m going. Probably not as fast as I think, cos in my mind I’m flying.

Drying things out at breakfast time. The first night, I sleep under the stars, thinking my bivvy bag will be adequate protection from the dew. I turn out to have been overly optimistic on this score and pass a cold, uncomfortable night in a sodden sleeping bag.
Unenthusiastic concerning a repeat, I opt for one of the Munda Biddi’s huts the second night. Note the rain water tanks – long trips in this dry parched land would be exceedingly difficult without. I’m in at 4 and slightly at a loss as to what to do with myself. I remember walking the Bibbulmun Track all those years ago, when I often got to camp even earlier in the day, and wonder what on earth I did with all that bush time and solitude.

On Sunday morning I ride from Wungong Hut to Jarrahdale, and treat myself to coffee and cake at the cafe there. Then I ride the tarmac to Armadale – taking a scenic backroad through the bush for most of the way before the inevitable stretch of highway to the train station.

As luck would have it, there’s some big footy game on in the city and the train becomes increasingly crowded with West Coast Eagles supporters as each stop passes.  By the time we get to Perth I’m panicky with agoraphobia, wishing I had just ridden the whole way and desperate to get off.  A glance at the Freo train reveals that it is similarly sardined, and confirms that me and my bike will not be on it.  I am back on the bike for the last 20km from Perth to Freo, well aware of how out-of-place my loaded dual suspension mountain bike must look here in the heart of the city – but not really caring.



  1. Sarah, when I go stoveless I do instant coffee with powdered milk. I usually use some Mexican instant stuff. Do you have Starbucks? They make ‘Via’ instant which is good but pricey. Shake the mix up in a water bottle and enjoy.

    I did a solo overnight this weekend too. It’s good for the head.

    I’m glad you and Tom are keeping the blog going. Patti and I are happy we can keep up with your life. Are you taking the job?

  2. Thanks Gary! I must admit that I actually drink coffee for the flavour rather than because I need caffeine…. so I might give your potion a miss :-) It’s good to go without now and then.

    I’m glad you are enjoying the post-trip dribble. I worried that it might seem a little pretentious to write a blogpost about a little weekender (lacking Cass’s amazing photography to justify it!) but it took shape in my mind so I thought ah, what the heck.

    And yes heigh ho heigh ho it’s back to work I go, gotta pay for those new bikes somehow!

  3. Sarah,

    Awesome! I’m envious… glad to see you on your bicycle. Mine is stowed away in Necochea, Argentina for 5 months as I reorganize my life after so much time on the road. So glad to meet you guys there in southern Chile… keep up the adventures.


  4. Hi Jeff! Was great to meet you too, it really made the end of the trip for me. Good luck with the next stage, it will involve some major readjustments and take some getting used to for sure. Six weeks later (or is it 7?) it still feels very weird to not be moving on every day. You must miss your bike! Keep in touch, Sarah

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