Twenty two kms by bicycle and 22 kms on
foot has a nice round sort of resonance to it. Even better, at 44
km, the round trip journey would be entirely self-propelled and long
enough to elicit a beneficial hormetic stress. Unfortunately, Doug
had to stay at home working, enduring a much less healthy type of
stress.
Malabar Weir
I got away pretty early on a sunny warm
day and cycled out along North Head Drive to the south end of
Bengello Beach. Along the way, I stopped at a couple of places
looking at the bouldering potential, but was soon out at Sandy Point.
There is a track behind Bengello Beach but I had decided I would
walk up the beach while I was fresh and use the track on the return
when I thought I might feel tired.
Bengello Beach
Apart from a couple of extremely yappy
rat dogs, it was a quiet walk up the beach, around Broulee Head,
Broulee Island, along Broulee Beach to Candlagan Creek. I did not
want to use the bridge so I waded across somehow choosing the deepest
section of flow and getting a good crotch dunk.
View to Mossy Point
I had considered scrambling around the
rocks to Mossy Point and started out that way but travel proved quite
slow and as I was now four hours in, I came back at the first deep
gulch and took the easy way up a track onto the headland, around the
grassy headland to the lookout and then down a steep track to sit by
a rock pool for lunch.
Perfect winter swimming hole
The return journey seemed quicker as
the tide had gone out and the sand was firm. I did not bother with
the track behind the beach and strolled down Bengello Beach instead,
unaccosted by dogs as the morning dog walk hour was long over. Onto
the bike at Sandy Point, along the river, across the bridge and home
for a late lunch. Adding a 22 km kayak would nicely round out the
day but then I would have to use an infernal combustion engine.
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