Contrasts

It's amazing the way one day can contrast with another, and the way it can influence the way we feel about things. Saturday was a day for riding 182km in the Tweed Valley. I could and probably should have done more, but I had a feeling that I really needed to return there. Things have been a little stressful in my week, and certain emotions have been flying around, and I needed to put things into perspective. A misty morning managed to do just that.





I noted earlier that the temperature was a little cooler, the forecast northerly wind was actually coming from the south west early. I was riding into it to start with, but 70km in I realised it was going to swing around and come from the north east for the ride home. If that contrast wasn't enough, it was accompanied by a temperature of 33 degrees C, so much for summer easing off. The contrast that I did enjoy, however, was riding through the forested sections of Mebbin National Park and surrounds on the way home. There are all sorts of little hidden treats in this part of the world.





There were some less pleasant contrasts, the behaviour of a particular ute driver (who really shouldn't be allowed out without a keeper) was particularly nasty in a section of rainforest. Another contrast was sitting idle the next day -- that was not only frustrating, but also served only to make me lethargic. Far from the invigorating ride on Saturday. Why do people persist with this idea of "rest days"?