Today we tackled the Kings Canyon Rim Walk. Before we even set off, everyone warned us about the first part. The climb. The walk starts with a section of steep steps straight up and the hardest part of the whole walk. So naturally, we warned the kids too. We told them to take their time. Just one step at a time. That once we reached the top, it would all get a little easier.

Everyone tells you how big and beautiful Uluru is. What they don't tell you is how it makes you feel. After overnight stops in Coober Pedy and Erldunda Roadhouse, we arrived at Uluru on day five of our journey. There really are no words to describe it. No photographs that can do it justice.

There is nothing like pulling out of the driveway with the camper trailer attached. Almost instantly, a sense of freedom rolls over you. For the first little while your mind is still racing. Did we pack everything? What have we forgotten Then somewhere down the road you realise...It doesn't really matter. We're here. We're on our way. And if there's anything missing, we'll figure it out.

NOT DONE YET ORIGIN This is us.Fran and Sarah.The people behind Generation NDY. Long before this little venture was a twinkle in our eyes, the wheels of our Not Done Yet story were already in motion.  This photo was taken almost ten years ago. Our kids were still pretty young back then. Life was busy. So, every weekend we'd take it in turns with our husbands to escape for a couple of hours and go for a ride. Looking back, it was never really about cycling.  Neither of us were trying to be fast. Or to become elite cyclists. It was about making time for ourselves. Fresh air. A bit of exercise. A good laugh. And, when time allowed, coffee afterwards. That became our ritual.  We started with short rides around the bike paths of Sydney's lower north shore. Then came Lane Cove National Park and the 5km uphill climb would test us on a Sunday morning. Bobbin Head, the downhill twists were a mini thrill and the climb up the other side a real push. The M7, our opportunity to try and go fast while dodging the vicious swooping magpies! West Head, had the stunning views to look forward to at end but with the knowledge of the brutal climb up from the base at the end. As our confidence grew, so did the rides. Eventually we decided to set ourselves a goal. The Sydney to Gong (Wollongong) Ride. We bought matching jerseys, registered as a team and, needing a team name, came up with Biker Babes. Somehow... it stuck. From there came the Bobbin Head Cycle Classic “The Bobbo” and the Bowral Classic 90km ride. A big shout out to one of the original Biker Babes, Emma, and to long-time Biker Babes Claire and Claudia.  These days we don't live around the corner from each other anymore. Life has scattered us across different cities and towns. Our rides have become fewer and further between.  But every time we drive along the M7 or through Bowral, I still point out the road and proudly tell the kids, "I rode here!". My husband usually rolls his eyes and says, "Not another biking story...". We all laugh. Truth be told, I haven't ridden in that many places. But to my kids, I probably sound like I've cycled across Europe. And I quite like that. Looking back now, I don't think those weekends were ever really about riding bikes. They were about carving out a little space for ourselves. They reminded us that life didn't have to be all responsibility. That it was OK to do something simply because it made us happy. Maybe that's where Generation NDY really began.Not with a business plan.Not with a logo.But with two friends deciding to make time for themselves.I think it's time we got back on those bikes.Ladies…let’s go for a ride!