So much dust, everywhere, all the time, upto the point it rained on the last day.
muddy visor smears.
Random grader.
drowned Subaru.
giggling behind Bart going full send with all limbs flailing in every direction.
never lift.
fire ban in the campground, barbecue was driven across the road to cook meats for the hungry.
broken clutch cables.
flat tyres. ( not myself)
Myself crashing in a small creek crossing (on the same leg/cracked rib side)
good food, delicious ice cold dobros.
amazing group of people, some who were new, had never met the Sharn master.
Lots of smiles, (fuck that last bit was a bit squillery/steep/dusty/dodgy as fuck.)
so good.
Did 1400ks over 4 days.
when’s the next one?
keen.