We took heaps of photos on the Great North-East Victorian Bike Ride: these will give an idea of the celestial blue skies; the sumptuous meals; and the historical immersion into the 1870s we accomplished in five days.
The bike paths are built over disused train lines. Occasionally, they have built bike-oriented rest stops in the shape of old trains.
Mostly the paths are through open country, but sometimes the bush has closed over the tracks, and this is when it was most beautiful.
Sometimes the path went alongside farmlands, and we stopped once to feed long juicy grass to horses. All you St Louisians will recognise my St Louis Cardinals World Series Champions 2006 t-shirt. Go Cards!
We saw other animals, too, though they were often too quick to be photographed: a little lizard; an Aesopian crow flying off with a big wedge of cheese in its mouth; and two snakes. One was black with a red belly, slithering serenely across the path; another mottled one that Joel rode over, and that then reared up as we passed by, shuddering.
As we came into Bright, we saw this irresistible sign:
And at Beechworth, the buildings are made of silver white granite that goes golden as it ages.
Here is Ned Kelly's death mask in the Burke Museum at Beechworth:
And from the sublime to the ridiculous:
And here is the magnificent breakfast Joel ate at the old Butter factory at Myrtleford at the beginning of our last day's riding.
You would think it would keep him going; and so it did: all the way to Everton, where he had a meat pie for morning tea.