It never rains it pours

Steve and I managed to sneak a few hours on the Yarra trails on Sunday morning. Much needed rain had added puddles to the normally dry trails and meant concentration was needed over the slippery roots.



The smell of fresh wet earth being brought up by side knobs filled the nose. Conversations came and went, dictated by the trail and the seemingly tiny store of oxygen in my lungs.



By the end of the trails the sun had peeked out of the clouds and warmed our bodies. Concerned that solar power wouldn't be enough we ended the ride with a hot coffee.... just to make sure we'd make it through the day.