It’s all about the adventure, right? We like to use that expression a lot, generally when things have turned to crap and you are seriously pondering, Why are we here? For the adventure, right?
So it’s 4.45 in the morning, it’s pitch dark and we’re climbing to the top of one of Victoria’s highest mountains. Suddenly everything turns a deeper shade of grey as mist and clouds roll in on the back of a howling gale. Hmm, maybe chasing a sunrise photo atop Mount Hotham wasn’t such a smart idea after all?
The Darcinator was doing a lot of head shaking and muttering under his breath. Just for the record, he does love a pre-dawn start … not! Finding a place to park, we cowered behind a boulder to get out of the gale, hoping like crazy the wind wasn’t going to blow our Kawasaki KLR650 test bikes off the cliff and dump them back down in Harrietville, way, way below.
I tried in vain to make a Kodak moment from the occasion, but pea-soup fog and a thick cloudbank right atop the mountain meant it was never going to happen. There was certainly no sunrise, and certainly no view to be had. Dammit. So we scarpered a few kays down the road and took shelter under the awning of a ski lodge and waited it out.
An hour later the clouds lifted, the sun busted through and the wind dropped long enough to give us a window of pixelated opportunity. We roared back to the lookout, untethered the tripod, fiddled with
