An early morning training ride.

A lone cyclist set off from Bega in the direction towards Tathra this fine morning. Whilst pedalling serenely along he saw in the distance, the silhouette of two then three more cyclists rise over the crest of the next hill with the morning sky as a backdrop. His heart beat just a little faster as he realised he had just sighted that rare species of incredibly hardy cyclists that appear only at the time of the solstice, that rise from the sea phoenix like and head towards the highest point they can find. That's right the summer solstice sea to summitters.

The lone cyclist felt privileged to travel in their midst for a short time, observing the steely determination on the visage of all, and the slight hint of perspiration on their brow of this most hardy breed of cyclist. He climbed with them up the Bega lookout until the Cooma Turnoff before realising his toast was getting cold and his cup of tea awaited. Reluctantly he turned off bidding this brave band adieu, wishing them well as they doggedly pursued their ultimate goal of the highest point in the land.