Every ride so far, and the ones I’m still planning.
Long-form trip reports. The route, what broke, what I learned. The written companions are slowly catching up to the videos; new ones land here first.
Sombering.
Day thirteen of a thirty-day fast. 170 km from a free camp on Wheeler Creek through Omeo to the highest sealed road in Australia. A flipped car at the historic-site sign, and a strap wound through the spokes.
The day the brain caught up.
Day four out of Sydney. 230 km through the Snowy Mountains — Talbingo, Kiandra, across the Murray to camp on Wheeler Creek. The slow business of stopping being at work.
I let AI plan my motorcycle journey.
Day eleven of the fast. The GPS picked a route that turned out to be 250 km of horizontal rain and hail. Five days to the ferry; no other choice.
Thirty days without food, riding to Tasmania.
How do you ride to Tasmania on water and electrolytes? Sydney to Geelong, the Spirit of Tasmania across the Bass Strait, into the island. The way in, before the ride proper.
My learning curve.
A Hipcamp two hours from Sydney, run by lion tamers (yes, properly). Two days of trail-braking, standing on the pegs, and one long campfire on Brave New World.
Why I chose the savage life.
Christmas, alone, in a Yarramalong rainforest. The driveway was 4WD-only and broke me a little. Four days of bad elephant turns and the question of whether comfort makes us numb.
I got lost in the Watagans.
Ninety minutes north of Sydney. Darkinjung land. Took the wrong fire trail; sat in the quiet for ten minutes before turning around. Old country still does that work.
Hill End, the goldtown with twenty-eight pubs.
Twenty-eight pubs in one street, once. Now: one. Camped above the river for three nights and tried to figure out the difference between pleasure and happiness.
I found gold in Sofala.
Three and a half hours west of Sydney, panned for gold in the Turon. The first pan had specks in it. The bike came through the mud better than the rider did.
What’s next
Solo unless I say otherwise. If a run opens up to riders, the dispatch hears about it before this page does.
The Far North, slowly.
South Island shake-down.
All routes, one map.
Australia and Aotearoa, side by side. Solid lines are completed journeys; dashed lines are runs coming up.
Placeholder map; the real one (Mapbox + GPX traces) lands once the South Island shake-down is in the books.