Salt2Snow: The full story!

Looking back at the 20 days spent riding from Australia’s lowest point in Kati Thanda-Lake Eyre to Mt Kosciuszko, it’s still a blurry memory as to how we came to tackle that ride. On not much more than a loose collection of ideas to do a ride to clear both Paul Beggs and my heads from the depths of cancer diagnosis and treatment, Salt2Snow was born and quickly gathered momentum.

Suddenly our ride evolved into a fundraising project. A collective of industry backers came onboard. A route was pieced together. And a crew assembled to tackle what we thought would roughly be around two thousand kilometres on bikes across some of Australia’s most varied terrain.

Far from the original idea for Paul, his identical twin Nigel and myself riding unsupported, Specialized came to the party with their Turbo Levo e-bikes and Mitsubishi stepped in offering us a Pajero Sport to carry our camping gear and spares. Pauls older bro Michael kindly donated his driving services and a box trailer was procured along with a bunch of swags and camping gear and we were set. Then out of the blue, Nathan Rennie contacted us wanting to join in. Kinda made sense, world cup domination riding down hill for a decade to riding across the flats of Aus and up the biggest hill there is…

We all came to this ride with a reason, Paul’s ongoing treatment, Nathan’s mothers battle with cancer and my own dealings with the big C brought enough reasons to take on this journey. To raise some money to aid the two hospitals and research teams Paul and I owed our lives to made it even more important.

GETTING THERE WAS HALF THE BATTLE

Simply getting to Kati-Thanda was a mission. Long roads out of Sydney led to Oberon to pick up Paul, Nigel and Nathan (who’d already done some big, non-stop k’s from the Gold Coast) before we drove out to pick up our trailer from Bathurst along with the twins older bro Michael. And I guess that’s when the real trip started. Heading west across NSW on route for Broken Hill before heading north and really getting our outback on via Marree in South Australia. From Marree, it was all dirt, sand and corrugations which slowed our progress a little but we were still on track for kick off on the 20th of October. 

At 11:34pm on Friday the 19th of October we arrived to a rather harsh welcome. A brutal sand storm made vision on the dirt track almost impossible. Paul and Nige didn’t even get out of the Pajero, while the rest of us battled the winds to set up our swags and ended up in sand filled wind tunnels. Can’t say I’ve ever slept in goggles before!

That chaotic night and minimal sleep was forgotten soon enough, awakening to the sight of Kati Thanda-Lake Eyre on sunrise was more than a little humbling. Also humbling was the sand and grit that now covered and filled everything we had with us. Sleeping bags, laptops, cameras, drone and our generator, all just full of it…

FINALLY ROLLING!

With the winds not as mental as the eve before, Kati-Thanda-Lake Eyre showcased its true size and scope. So flat and vast, so much so that you (and all the Trump-Morrison religious flat-earther zealot types) can see the earths curvature. An ancient seabed, the lake has been an important part of the local Arabana peoples culture for thousands and thousands of years and many dreamtime stories are born from the lake, along with song lines and trade routes. Just as inspiring is the record setting history of the place, and while we didn’t set any new records, a few speed runs and photos on the salt had to happen as we were only kilometres from where Donald Campbell set his 648.7kmh record in Bluebird back in 1964.

With the sun coming up fast and the lake and surrounding dunes changing colours from vibrant to bleached, the heat rapidly rose and we knew we had to get moving to save being baked by the sun… Plagued from day 1 by the sand filled generator, the 1st leg was hard work and in hindsight, maybe the toughest of the trip. Adding to the slow going into the head wind was the deep sand, and even tougher the deep corrugations of the like I’ve never experienced before. Plus there was that wind, a head wind no less.… Being that I’d not spent anytime on an eBike before this ride, it was here I realised their potential, as being on a naturally aspirated bike I dare say all three of us would have given up within an hour into the gruelling terrain…

PUB CULTURE

Outback Australia is a harsh place. And one place that offers solace from the harsh environment at nearly anytime is the town pub. With temperatures over 38 degrees daily in the first week, stopping in for some shade, air-con and a refreshing beverage was always in order. Ordering a soda water with lime wasn’t always the best thing to ask for at the bar, as this always lead to some odd looks from locals, but this became our ploy. As pretty quickly their curiosity would pick up and the question ‘where the hell are you riding to/from?’ came up. It was here that the pub stop became an integral part of the trip as aside  from letting people know about the cause and how they could donate online, we sold so many of our Deus collab shirts to locals who related to the reasons behind our trip. We also became the sounding board for many to tell their tales of the cancer experience, which while tough at first became a way of moving though my own issues with cancer.

The outback pubs of South Australia are beautiful old buildings, somehow surviving the extremes, time and tacky upgrades or renovations. Truly amazing places with some equally amazing history and of course souls on both sides of the bar that eased the heat of the midday sun and our tired legs.

LIFE IS BRUTAL OUT THERE

Rolling through the northern South Australian landscape and towns was at times surreal. It’s a harsh country, nothing more, nothing less. One full of broken dreams. From early settler days to the present, this reality showcased itself everywhere we looked. Ruins of houses, farming equipment, vehicles and animals that didn’t make it through drought or not dealing with highways, nothing was spared the brutality of the desert.

Farina Station was an eye opener on this front. Talking to the station owner, whose sheep grazed however million or so acres that included a ruined township dating back to 1878, his response to what they were eating on the barren plains was so deadpan it rocked us.

‘They’re living on memories mate, memories…’

Summed up the reality of the area beautifully.

THE FLINDERS

The Flinders Ranges is something special on a bike. And somewhat of an untouched resource for epic MTB terrain. While the Mawson Trail is amazing in it’s own right, albeit averagely sign posted, the areas off the trail are full of potential, especially if you’re of the freeride persuasion.

Getting lost out in the Flinders ain’t so fun. Heading for Hawker we ended up some 43 kilometres in the wrong direction, at sunset, with no lights or food. And worst of all no reception on our phones… Luckily the full moon that rose beautifully over the ranges illuminated my bonus trek to a home stead a few k’s off the highway that we’d made it to. A knock on the door and another ‘where the hell are you riding from/to’ conversation meant a phone call to Nigel and Michael to come get us. It was a stark reminder of just how easy it is to get out of your depth there.

We pin pointed the error of our ways once back at camp. Bombing a good 10 minute descent towards the rapidly setting sun, the views were simply nuts! Kangaroos and emus flanked us at speed and a full moon was slowly rising behind us as we rocketed down. Safe to say that Nathan and Paul were on a tear down the 4wd track while I almost tank slapped trying to keep up, camera in hand clocking clips and photos. It was a few minutes of pure presence, at one with everything around us and one that is so vibrant in my memory. It was in that few minutes of zen that saw us hurtle past the minimal signage and the turn off. The trail eventually depositing us into the incredible Brachina Gorge and heading in the wrong direction…. Lucky for us it’s one of the Flinders most beautiful spots!

Highlights from the Flinders have to be Wilpena Pound and of course Parachilna’s Prairie Hotel, another oasis in the desert out there and one that we returned to after the aforementioned ‘lost in the desert’ moment for a second sitting. From the Flinders we headed south, crossing Goyders famous line and immediately the terrain changed, and even more so the colours, from desert hues to greens.

THE MURRAY RIVER

Mighty by name, muddy by nature and the lifeblood of all that lays beside it.The lushly irrigated and fertile wetlands only span a few km’s from the banks where the desert landscape returns. It’s history and impact on the settlement of the country is huge. As its route now came from where we were headed. Its immense flow and power was so evident as we snaked alongside it. Ancient river gums and towering banks looked down on it’s passage as it snakes its way through the landscape.

We turned east from our southerly descent down Australia at Morgan, a port town that brought relief from the dry desert landscape we’d been among for the first week. Suddenly fruit and wine became the prevalent crops, a far cry from the salt bush and dirt farmed so heavily north!

Following its banks, we quickly found dirt trails from motorbikes and 4wd’s which allowed us to stay clear of the Murray highways and gave us so much insight into the river and it’s wildlife. Some of these trails were simply epic single tracks that were a blast to ride and had us trying to channel Toby Price as we hauled arse through the red dirt and sand, really utilising the Levo’s assistance to its full potential.

Those single tracks mentioned above continued on both sides of the Murray as we crossed via ferry’s and bridges many times trying to ride as much dirt as we could and end up in suitably epic camping spots. Echuca, Barham and Swan Hill all incredible places that showcased both the history of the river and how it still provides so much to the communities that make their living on the banks of this incredible river.

EATING LIKE KINGS!

With the daily kilometres involved, we had to eat well to keep our energy levels up. Plus  we simply couldn’t afford to eat out daily. Looking back, I’d say our trailer had more organic fruit and veg than the majority of towns we passed through. Evenings post ‘sort bikes and set up camp duty’ revolved around cooking up epic meals for the crew. I can’t remember any riding trip where we A/ cooked the majority of the time and B/ ate so well!

Bonus was that both Paul and I didn’t lose weight (a massive concern for Paul who only came off chemo the week before the trip) and Nathan somewhat grudgingly delved into the world of vegetarian and vegan cooking and lost 14+ kilos! I even managed to put a few on which is a first. All the crazy healthy meals we created aside, I realised the power of the amazing creation that is the potato cake after rolling into a small town absolutely shattered from one  mornings headwind. Forget the fad diets, carbs and salt can be your friend!

DIRT VERSUS ROAD

We aimed to ride as much dirt as possible on the trip. It was a MTB trip after all. Our rough plans mapped out on google maps alongside info on terrain from riders and moto crew we knew meant we had most of the route following dirt roads and single track. Of course not all  of our info was correct and at times, we just got lost.

Add to this, weather and the need to cover ground played a role in daily choices to smash a road section here and there in order to get to some epic dirt or a campground before dark. The Levo’s, while limited to 27kmh could hold some serious pace on the road when needed, especially when motivated to cover some ground if we’d gone astray! All up I reckon we rode dirt for over 65% of the trip, some of it simply amazing terrain and some of it, roads that I’d rather not remember. Lets just say the corrugations were so full on at times, not even Norse King Ohlin could dampen them….

GOING UP

We knew it was coming from the start. Our two and a bit weeks of majority flat terrain on the bikes had to come to an end eventually. Heading out of Albury it began heading up in earnest. Once we crossed the Hume Weir, we loosely followed the rail trail into the high country, although our pace was slowly coming down as we had to keep diverting to roads and back trails with sections of the rail trail still to be finished. The other side of this sudden incline was the immediate drop in temperature. After weeks of heat, sometimes above 40 degrees, were suddenly down to the low 20’s and by the end of the day when we arrived in Khancoban, down to 12 degrees. Lucky we packed thermal gear.

Refuelling both bikes and riders, the push from Khancoban to Geehi was a big one. And once at the hallowed full pipe, it was a loose collection of Snowy Hydro trails to get us up to Schlinks Pass which sits at over 1800m and only a few kilometres from our ultimate destination. While the climb was relentless and brutal at times, it took us through some of the most amazing alpine terrain, you’ll ever see. From temperate to sub-alpine and alpine regions that skirted the Jagungal Wilderness and had us hitting patches of snow after falls the eve before. It’s a simply stunning place to arrive at, and while it wasn’t the summit of Kosi just yet, Schlinks Pass felt like a momentous point on the journey and one that didn’t go without a few deep felt moments.

From the Pass, the journey to Guthega Powerstation, while as long as the ride up from Geehi, was predominately downhill. Like proper, epic descents! Meaning our almost flat batteries and equally fried legs were spared as we settled in to steep, high speed descents that had us over 80kmh on more than a few sections.

With both Nathan and Paul ex World Cup DH riders, the pace was nothing short of exhilarating and a far cry from the previous days slogging away on the flats. Following the pipes down to the Power Station, it just blew my mind that a project of this scale was devised in the 60’s for an almost limitless renewable resource was built. Sadly, it’s a far cry from the current day coal debacle! Just as disappointing was the fact we couldn’t plug in at Guthega. So it was here we had to make a call. Ride flat battery e-Bikes up to Charlottes Pass and then Kosi, or descend into Jindy, rest, refuel and return to tackle the summit the following day. One look at Nathan was all it needed, option two was the call!

THE FINAL PUSH!

With 100 plus kilometres daily for the previous 19 days, the final climb from Guthega to Charlottes Pass and to the highest point you can ride to in Australia, well some 1.4ks short of the summit, was amazing if not exhausting. Our bodies were feeling it. With wind hammering us, dark clouds rapidly moving in and the temp hovering around zero before taking into account wind chill, it was a tough final ascent to the summit.

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To finally stand on the highest point of Australia with Paul and Nathan was something special. We’d said we’d do this. We’d pushed through the k’s, trials and tribulations of the Australian landscape and made it to the top. The doubts, the times that all of us had thought about packing it in, the pain in the legs/butt/head just seemed to melt away as we laughed and realised it was done. It wasn’t like winning a race. Or taking a prize. It was something deeper.

We bombed back to Jindy running on a serious high and after a little gathering at Banjo Pattersons with Chuck Hann from Kosciusko Brewing ensuring we were hydrated, we went back out to our final nights accommodation to cook up one final feast with an amazing group of friends and supporters.

WHAT A RIDE!

Salt2Snow was nothing short of an incredible ride, and one that clocked up close to 2500k’s with all our diversions and little lost AF moments!

But far from just a ride, it was an idea born from a place none of us ever want to revisit. Which became an epic adventure from Lake Eyre to Mt Kosciuszko through some of Australia’s harshest and most beautiful terrain. A ride that brought together so many people, much more than just Paul, Nathan, Nigel, Michael and myself. It was those that supported us, those that we talked to, those that waved us by on the road. And of course those that shared their cancer story with us.

We raised just over $42,000 thanks to the donations of so many supporters that resonated with our mission. All through donations and T-shirt sales. A figure way above what I thought possible! All funds going straight to both Pauls and my own chosen hospital and research teams; that of Lifehouse and Kinghorn alongside the Garvan Institute.

To ride out of the lowest place to the highest to show what’s possible when you set your mind into action, regardless of circumstances is something I truly thought I’d forgotten how to do. Both Paul and I still beating the odds to be standing proud on this planet.

We are so much more than what we think we are.

Thank you to all that have become part of this journey. And know that it’s only just beginning…

Story // Matt Holmes  Photos // Matt Holmes & Kane Naaraat