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I set off on my bike
from the steps of Melbourne's landmark Flinders Street Station, with one
hand splinted from a fall I'd had six weeks before. The busted hand only
added to the uncertainties I usually feel at the start of a mountain journey,
especially one like this: Melbourne to Sydney, 800km by road, but by the
mountains and rivers, over 1500km.
My first leg was
going to be a three-day ride from sea-level Melbourne up to Mt Baw Baw,
a small ski resort at 1500m, the southerly snow limit. I was heading into
the mountains.
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