On Tuesday Bogdan, Charlie, Mike, Newman and I headed Northwards in the Sigma, bound for the Glasshouse Mountains. We put in off-track ascents of the twins, which involved a not insignificant amount of rock scrambling and cliff avoiding. There were a few highlights: after listening to Matt complain for the entireity of the first ascent, I said that he was like Frodo from Lord of the Rings. Bogdan replied that he was the ring itself, Newman adding "a burden to be carried". Climbing to within a couple of metres of the top of a cliff, to see a snake coiled in front of me was another, as well as Mike hitting a red-bellied black snake with a rock from about five metres away. Bogdan's shouts whenever he slipped were pretty classic aswell.
Then today, I did le tour de scum; from Brisbane to Beaudesert, Boonah, and then Ipswich, cathcing the train home from there. It was 156km of near-misses by trucks, angry tradies yelling obscenities at me, bumpy roads and inclement weather - although there were some pretty nice looking peaks along the way. The struggle would have been worth it even without the peaks.