Jarrahdale to Dandalup hut. Got dropped off about 12:30 & set off on a steep soft pea gravel sea. Slowly swimming up hill in bottom gear with my heart rate going through the roof. Little did I know this was a sign of things to come. In fact it was already here. It never stopped. It was either deep pea gravel, soft sand, or loose rocks. Nothing flat. Steep up hill & down, with some occasional ridiculously steep bits that required pushing with baby steps. Sometimes having to push the bike forward, pull the brakes on & then take a step. I'd had enough, long before getting to the hut. Which was a beautiful spot, with a view down the Darling range to what I assumed was lake Clifton. I'm very tired. It will be an early night. Hoping tomorrow is a little easier, but from the comments in the log book, it's not looking likely. Oh, and I never saw a single sole on the trail.