The Sounds of Ship’s Cove
Today’s effort was an absolute success! I’m sitting in Punga Lodge having a couple of Parrotdog Hazy, a delicious salad and a sticky date pudding.
It was a tough day, where I felt like a lot of effort didn’t move me very far. But that was also partly a story of conditions. Finally, there’s a good reason why I’m here and not Portage, as Vic suggested: I got a flat tire π
It was a Dark and Storm Night
Yesterday was a beautiful day – I even got sunburnt. But overnight, everything quickly turned yuk and .. it was a dark and stormy night.
The morning started wet, and on the water, the boat bounced around on 20-25 knot southerlies.
Ships Cove: Steeped in History
After dropping off other passengers, I got to Ships Cove at 9:30.
I’ve always loved Ship’s Cove, every since I visited it with Woody and John Andrews back in about 2017.
Captain Cook used Ship’s Cove and Endeavour Cove as his regular rest and recuperation point during his visits of the Southern Pacific and the Southern Ocean.
It’s plentiful wood supplies, fresh water stream, and its abundant fisheries made it a perfect stop to rest the men and repair the Endeavour.
One of my Kindle Books, Captain Cook by Alastair McLean outlines the history of the cove.
So yeah, its always with a sense of history, I visit the cove, and I imagine how it must have been for his contingent of men to have camped up for, ultimately, the years they did.Β
Let’s Go!
The Kennett Brothers weren’t kidding when they draw two big humps starting directly from the beach, and lasting for 10kms. And add to this a clay base and a truckload of wet, and today became a recipe for lots of slip-slidey goodness.
It was more than just wet. There were rocks everywhere, and tree roots. Everything was slippery and pointy and ick.
Pretty good when it involves a paddling pool and ladies in bikini’s. Not so fun when its a fully ladden mountain bike on a wet day.
Lunch at Ferneaux Lodge
Lunch at Ferneaux Lodge made everything better. I got in there about 1:00pm and enjoyed their drink and food.
and then… Disaster!
Well.. it wasn’t that bad π Not like screwing up the distinction between a left and right peddle.
I was trucking along quite nicely until I got about 1.5kms out of Camp Cove. All of the bouncing and skidding around took its toll on my front tire.
I’ve had difficulty with the factory fitted tires before. Sergio and I did a big ride between Christmas and New Years, and my back tire inexplicably deflated. I popped it off, found a hole and repaired it, but in the morning the tire was flat again.
I suspect I must have missed a sharp thing in the tire piercing the inner tube, so I took the whole tire into cycle science who replaced it.
They couldn’t find anything in the tire itself, and today, when I replaced the tube of the wheel, I found nothing wrong. So now I’m suspecting the factory tubes and tires are suboptimal and I’ll aim to get the front tire replaced on Blenheim.
Lodging and Fixing
Fortunately, all of this happened about 2 kms away from Camp Cove, which was itself about 5 mins away from Punga Cove that has the fine lodgings I am currently in.
So yeah, I’m camped up here for the night. I’ve got power, internet, and I’ve scarfed down two beers and a delicious salad and sticky date pudding.
Like I said… a successful day π here’s some amazing footage.
Rob had a puncture on the first day too. I think itβs a rite of passage for some!
A successful day indeed β youβre doing it! So excited for you!
Thanks Vic, I’ll aim for Blenheim tomorrow and ditch this crappy tire.
It’s very lovely out here π I’m enjoying the riding and scenery