The Coupers

March 25, 2015
Sale, Australia

Okay, that worked. Must be something in that blog post that won't let me open it. I sure hope folks read these posts in order or they won't make sense. That's your problem:)

Five years ago, 3 young women were riding their bikes across the US and just happened to be on the Main St of Fairport (my hometown) when I was driving home. And ya know what I did? Dragged them home for the night! Narelle, Carmen, and Kathryn. An Aussie and 2 Americans. And the next day I loaded my bike and pedaled away with them, not knowing if I was going for a day, a week, a month, or all the way to California! I only lasted one night cycling with them, but the friendship formed has lasted these 5 years. And Narelle, the Aussie, and her family live near Melbourne so I changed my route and stopped in to meet everyone. Drover's Run (McLeod's Daughters reference...a great Australian TV show available on Netflix...be careful, it's addictive!) had nothing on the Couper's Farm. Keith and Glenda welcomed me with open arms even though I didn't bike in. And it turns out, Harry's sons (the bloke who changed my derailleur) work on the Coupers' computers. Small world.

I got a tiki tour the next day to the outlook over Corner Inlet and Wilson's Prom, a National Park; to Angels Falls; and down to a small harbor on the coast. Riding in a car is quite challenging for me due to the speed. My eyes can't focus on anything. Too fast. Makes me nauseous. But I like being able to see things I otherwise couldn't do I'm always grateful when shown about. (I'd like to post pictures but am afraid of crashing so I'll post them separately for now.)

That afternoon Natalie, Narelle's older sister, arrived laden with veggies for a Thai Curry. Yum! Thai is my favorite food! And she's as sweet as her sister, though they've led very different lives. Strong, capable, young women! YES!

The next day I got to ride one if the horses. It's been a long time but he didn't buck me off. He wanted to though. And Australian stock saddles are sorta like our English saddles but with wings that grab the legs. Glad to have the extra support. Rusty was a bit rusty not having been ridden in a year but it was a treat just the same!

Let's get this posted and I'll follow with some pics. That way I won't lose the text. Hey, it's my blog. I can do what I want!


Livin' the life,

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