Next morning dawned with fog and sun alternating.
Our descion to run back down Thunderbolts was fairly easy.
It was raining in Walcha when we arrived and fine when we left.
Thunderbolts was mostly dry. Layers had to be put on and removed as often as we changed gears. As we entered Gloucester the sun came out and the temperature jumped from 6.5 to 18 in minutes.
Daves daughter, Tahlia is at uni in Newcastle so we swung by there to say hi and have a coffee. It was a lovely afternoon when we left and picked up the freeway for the final run to Terry Hills.
But as often happens there was a final kick in the teeth. Just outside Sydney the heavens opened again and the torrential rain caught us.
The last run up Mona Val road provided some of the wettest city riding ever.
Lots of thanks to Lou, Mitch, Rohan and Anna for letting us stay.
Dave heads home and I fly to NZ for the winter Festival.