08/08/2026
Meanwhile. Back in Tasmania.
The plan sounded simple enough. Let’s go day ride.
Meet at Richmond Bakery, hit the dirt and head towards Arthurs Lake via Brown Mountain, Lower Marshes, Bothwell and Denniston Road.
Easy. Well… easy-ish.
Saturday turned up with absolutely cracking riding weather. We fuelled up, grabbed a coffee and headed off, with the usual combination of “Where are we going again?” and “I’ll just follow you.”
A perfectly reliable navigation strategy.
Once we hit Brown Mountain, the bitumen disappeared and the fun began. Dirt roads, winding tracks, open country and plenty of dust. Somewhere along the way, a few riders (me) temporarily disappeared, a couple of turns were missed and at least one GPS seemed to have its own ideas about where Tasmania was.
Lost and found. Mostly found.
But nobody really cared. The riding was too good.
Through Lower Marshes, Bothwell and onto Denniston Road, the scenery just kept getting better. Big skies, mountain country and that brilliant Tassie stuff.
Eventually we pointed the bikes home, tired, dusty and with a few more stories than we started with.
It turns out you don’t need a perfect route for a great adventure ride. Just good mates, good bikes, dirt roads and a bloody good day.
And if you get a little lost along the way?
Who cares.