Reports of my demise...

Reports of my demise have been greatly exaggerated. Seen on a sign outside a school at Mudgeeraba on a ride this morning: "Thanks for everything Chris, enjoy your retirement". Now I know I've been a little off-colour in the last couple of weeks, but I think that announcement may have been just a little premature. Just for the record, I'm still on course to complete 100 vertical miles for the year, and still a chance of cracking 23,000km for the first time ever.
In recent weeks I have, however, been a little frustrated by my inability to escape suburbia. Don't get me wrong, it was nice to attend a couple of concerts and resting up for a little bit probably did me some good. It also helped that the scar I reopened on my left forearm in the crash actually healed better the second time around. However, something has been missing, those few moments to escape the monotony of concrete, to escape the short fuses and prickliness of society, to escape the insanity. This morning, that opportunity came from Little Nerang Dam. The picture below, while perhaps not as spectacular as some of my others, captures that moment, the moment of a glimpse of the outside world. Now I have my chance to explore it once again.