Hi,
I rode home via Ngaio Gorge again last night. It was so windy - and a head wind at that. At one point at the bottom of the gorge, me and the bike in front copped a gust that blew us off course by almost a metre as we both fought to keep control. Scary stuff. Fortunately it was a spot with a decent shoulder to ride along so I wasn't blown into traffic.
Mind you, as I got to the top, I saw a council recycling bag of rubbish lying on the road in front of me. I saw I could get around it easily without getting into traffic. But as I approached it to its right, a gust blew the bag right under my front wheel. I remember thinking I was going to come a cropper. But my cleats unclipped and I managed to stay upright with this bag wedged under my wheel. I fished it out and carried it to the kerb and stuck it behind a wheelie bin. It made my heart beat a bit faster.
Despite the horrid conditions, I got home only a minute slower than the night before. Can't wait to time it when there is no wind! Or a southerly!
Mike was out and about, working late and then tramping club to get lodge keys. The weekend is shaping up to be really awful weather-wise. Mike is typically grumpy about the Ruapehu gods that hate him. I told him it was a weekend to relax and eat. With the slim prospect of some skiing. Maybe. The season is looking a bit pants really. Even Mt Hutt hasn't had snow since mid July.
What else has been happening? I packed for the weekend (well, me and Toby). Cooked tea. Did laundry (being away for the weekend means no laundry done).
I wonder how my parents are getting on gadding about in Alaska and Canada. I bet they are loving it. Last time they were away somewhere exotic, they ended up in the middle of a tsunami warning. It seems they have escaped any natural disasters this time. They need a smartphone so they can stay in touch while overseas. I miss their communications.
Have a lovely day!
Love,
Angela
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