Total Distance – 1101.1km
A Heysen Trail Story
“Well this is it yorlye! I’m packed up and about to set off to finish this thing. I feel ready….
Also because a small branch/large stick fell onto my tent last night and busted a big hole through my fly. I don’t think the tape will be able to fix this!”
Message to my support crew
True story. Can you believe that!!?? On the final night a stick takes out my tent fly. “Why?” gear gods. “Why?”
I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised. Sleeping bag on the first night. Tent on the last. And pretty much everything else absolutely pummelled in between. Yes, I shouldn’t have been surprised.
But I was. And the gaping hole flapping around in the wind all night did not make for the relaxing, last nights sleep I had been hoping for. So I was up earlier than I have been, and on my way.
It was a spectacular days walk. Absolutely a fitting ending to an epic journey. The colour of the water, the beautiful bays, soaring hills of the most vibrant green. I think I’ll let my photos do the talking.
As for me. I surprised myself. I wasn’t sad. And the reason, I soon realised, was an overarching, intense feeling of pride, that infused my body and mind and smothered all other emotions. A powerful, invincible feeling, that I hope doesn’t fade away too quickly when life’s normal trials and tribulations recommence.
The ending of the walk was super special. Cath and Greg had family and friends gathered to cheer them on, and they did the same for me when I walked in. It was a wonderful moment. Champagne was popped and poured and I was really able to soak up the feeling of having achieved something monumental.
I hugged both Cath and Greg fiercely. The first hugs I’ve given or received in almost 3 months. I told the two of them that regardless of anything else that happened on the trail, meeting them had been the luckiest, most fortuitous thing that could have happened to me out there. These people, who had been strangers, are now such a large part of the story of one of my greatest achievements. The saddest part of the day was saying goodbye to them.
I’m staying in Cape Jervis for the night. I had been thinking this might be a nice rounding off of the journey. A good old fashioned pub meal and some decompression time before heading to Adelaide. Not to be. We all know I’ve visited many a pub on this trip…this one definitely rates as the most dodgy. Even getting let into the general store to buy some dinner was difficult. It was locked. I needed to be let in specially by the barkeep. I looked around, hoping for a microwave meal or something semi-celebratory. The only dinner option…..packets of pasta and rice, exactly the same as those I have been eating for the last 2 months. I bought one. But it’s still sitting on the kitchen bench. Untouched. Twisties and Kit Kat it is!!!
I’m going to leave it here for tonight. Obviously I’ll have many more reflections in the next few days and weeks as I try to get home. I’ll write a little more once I’ve processed things a bit. But for now, thank you so much to all those people that have been following along with me every step of the way. And especially those that sent me encouraging messages of support. It really made a huge difference to my mental well being! Thanks yorlye! xxxx