A weird kind of day today. If I was in a worse head space a number of things would have got to me. I basically sat in the hut mentioned in the previous blog until about 4 when a very sheepish sun finally poked it's head through the enveloping clouds. It was time to set off to Kosi. Predictably enough by now(!) the weather turned as I got to Rawson Pass (the very developed saddle below Kosi). This basically meant there was no point climbing up. A little disappointing, but not the first time I've gotten to there and not gone up. Now, not to take anything away from our fair hillock, but two amusing, very Kosi things were passed on the way up. The first; a 12 year old kid with skate shoes, jeans, a hoody on riding a BMX!!! and a cement truck. She's a bit of a pox tallest mountain! If only Carruthers Peak had stretched up that little bit higher!!

So having not climbed Kosi I set off along the metal walkway illegally pushing my bike. As I approached the last small up to Thredbo Top Station, wouldn't you know it...thunder. For a second time this trip I watched as lightning struck the ground in front of me by about 100 metres. I ran to the cover of some overhanging granite boulders, ditching my bike as I went. I wasn't happy with the protection offered so chanced a look around the end of the boulder. There was a cave!! That worked out ok then! I waited a little while and then decided to head on. When I got to Dead Horse Gap Track it was obvious it was unridable, so I was faced with the incredibly long and steep service road down through Thredbo resort. Halfway down two extremely fast moving ATVs complete with flashing blue & red lights hurtled past. 'hope they weren't for me' I thought. The ride down was taxing, and a bit annoying as I kept passing entries to purpose built MTB trails, which of course with at least 25kg of additional weight on my bike were not feasible. Towards the bottom after a couple of wrong turns, I could smell the unmistakable smell... disc pads. I'd just cooked my brand new set of back pads and had basically done the same to the fronts. This was not great news. The other plus was that I now had a 4k road bash to Dead Horse. Upon arrival it was obvious the crap was about to hit the fan again. No sooner had I pitched my tent did the heavens open. With the rain came yet another storm, yep you guessed it: right overhead. As I complete writing today's blog it continues to rain and I sit in my tent not feeling bad all things be told. One of my best traits is a natural tendency to optimism. I can only see the good: I'm on schedule, I'm warm, I'm dry (enough), this week finishes with my wife, mum, brother and a big esky full of seafood and I'm having a mammoth adventure with more twists and turns than you could dream up yourself. I've been criticised in the past for not liking fiction books, but for me THIS is reality and fantasy and every other genre rolled into one. Adventure teaches you so much, I look forward to continuing my studies.