Bike Ride and Ballarat

I really wanted to have a beer tonight, but I had undergone nothing to merit it. Work went smoothly, the trains ran on time. For a beer to taste just right it has to be at the end of hardship.

Of trial.

Of a the test of the human spirit.

Or at least a light workout.

It was beautiful day all day. Warm: 25°C. 75°F. Sunny. Just lovely. It was a thing to be savored.

Perhaps a bike ride then to work up a thirst.

I didn't change from my work clothes, I just dropped my bags, picked up my bike, and road into the country, chasing the last rays of the sun. I took long U turns around cow pastures and open fields, enjoying the evening colors until they faded to twilight.

I road until it was dark. My beer tasted really good.

This morning I was in Ballarat. No particular reason, just had an opportunity to take a ride. Why not? Ballarat is the jump off point for the Grampians... which reminded me: I still want to go there.

The views put me in a good mood that lasted all day. I spent most of the ride back to Melbourne snapping pictures like a true tourist:

Cows!

Still flooded?

Ahh the Victorian countryside.