|The Silver Bullet above Bright, Victoria|
It's a fine April evening in the Victorian Alps, so high up the spectacular autumn colours in Bright, 9.2 km below on a series of narrow and winding logging trails are only just visible in the fading light.
Nonetheless, putting the Silver Bullet through its paces was almost a pleasure – dulled only by the hairpin bends, steep gradient, rocky surface and sheer drops just inches from the Silver Bullet's tyres …
Go ahead. Call me crazy!
|The view from the Victorian Alps above Bright, Victoria|
The staggering view made the scare factor SO worth it – but I was happy to enjoy this scenic vista from the comfort and solidity of SB's bonnet.
|Jump off from here? I don't think so ...|
|Autumn colours, Bright, Victoria|
Because even THINKING about leaping off the edge of this tandem paragliding launch platform and floating down to the valley floor so fills me with the shrieking horrors I can't even walk onto the fake lawn that marks the jumping off point …
Even if you call me a coward.
Down below, the alpine town of Bright lights up with the kind of autumn colours that almost make me see the point of cold and snowy winters. The yellows, the oranges and the reds.
OH, those REDS!!
And if I can't find a scenic public toilet here, my name's not Red Nomad OZ!!
Call me content.
|The Silver Bullet rests in the Bright Big 4 Caravan Park, Victoria|