It was Saturday morning. First of all in the Black Duck Creek Valley (about 40km south of Gatton if anybody cares) I discovered that not all of Queensland is stinking hot all of the time. Of course I wasn't wearing enough layers to cover for this and actually started to get the first signs of what I thought was hypothermia.
Needless to say I've never been down that road before and I was absolutely scared s**tless! About the only thing I had the strength to do was pedal in a ridiculously low gear (trying to keep moving) and wait for the sun to warm me up. Even then I almost collapsed on one occasion. I think it might have been because I didn't keep my extremities (hands, feet etc) warm enough.
It might also be because I didn't pay enough attention to the build up of ice on my tent that morning and sleep in for another hour or so.
Later the same day I was set upon by about 7 or 8 wild horses (somewhere near Clifton I think). I've dealt with dogs before, but how does one deal with wild horses? Ultimately something scared them off (I tend to make sudden moves when I'm panicked), but that was scary.
So why was I smiling at the end of the day?