Waking up in the Portland rider refuge I was greeted by a beautiful dawn but crisp cold air, dropping down into the single digit temperatures. I had a half a plan in mind for the day, and I did a pretty easy flat 50km before stopping for brunch in Yambuk. By that time it had warmed up to a balmy 16 degrees, which I thought was enough to justify both ice-creams, but the proprietor of the general store there was a bit surprised. After a quick chat about what I was doing he obviously concluded that none of my behaviours would ever make sense to him, but he was pretty impressed looking at the tracking map. Looking at the map also reassured me that I had a fairly comfortable lead, and I realised that as long as I kept going at about the pace I was already moving at I should be able to take the get to the Opera House first.
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