Early start travelling East,
Sun-blinding sunrise.
Dodge the last marsupial stragglers,
Off for their diurnal siestas.
Mist sits low in the valleys,
As I skirt the escarpment,
and descend.
It is winding now,
Curves tightening.
On a straight I pass a freight truck.
I feel the adrenalin rush.
Clear now my pulse gradually slows.
The last leg's tourist traffic,
Grey nomads perched high in 4wds,
Manoeuvering heavy caravans.
Slow to Forty for road works,
smile and wave to the workman.
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