Bit of a chilly morning and Kimmie had a rough night but still managed to put a smile on her face. A much easier pace today and we just cruised at the back…..my little ears got a bit chilly…. brrrr
A little bit up the road and I could sense something was up with Kimmie. Unfortunately, I am a constant reminder to her of the tragedy by bite can inflict. Our pace slowed but she pushed on like a champion til we met everyone at Gingers Creek. It was only then that I realised how upset Kimmie was. Memories last a lifetime but the pain the memories disturb take you by surprise. Luckily Kimmie has Karl and a bunch of wonderful friends and they supported her while taking in a little snapshot of what this ride means to her and for the Black Dog Institute.
The Thunderbolts Way is a road with a bit of everything, even slippery red mud…YUK. By the time we got to Gloucester for lunch all the bikes had this sticky red mud stuck to them. Thank goodness I managed to stay clean, well as clean as a dog gets anyways.
An easy trip to Heatherbrae where we say our farewells to the group and Kimmie, Karl and I head on home. We finally arrive home just after 5:30pm and happy to be home.
Kimmie’s trip and setup shake down ran to plan and I’m very proud of her.
I took this photo this morning of all Kimmie’s wonderful friends that I got to meet this weekend and I thank you all for embracing her when she needed it.
Kimmie’s friends
