Hi guys, this is it through to the finish. Got to say that I was surprised when I heard that it was put up here. Andrew knows me well so no issues there though I did wrack my brains trying to recall anything really embarrassing. Will put up some pics soon.
May 4th- Jodie had food… lots of it...I ate lots, heaps actually, a pie, pastie, 1.5 sandwiches, fruit, cucumber, chocolate mouse and soft drink, bit piggish to have the soft drink as well but...
I thought this afternoon is all downhill and I didn’t want to upset the boss. Hadn’t had a stitch so far but for some reason I had two after lunch, wonder why?! Had a hot chocolate drink for tea, nothing else. Not long after I lit the fire I had some guests drop in. Two on motorbikes and three walkers. All arrived at the same time from different directions. They all knew each other and had arranged to meet here, talk about timing. Good people. Haven’t laughed so hard in ages. The wind got right up late that night and a branch went through one of the guys tarp tent ripping it right open and missing the sleeping mat by a foot. Then it started raining so Marci ended up in my tent as there was no room in the others. Lucky we are going in the same direction so it looks like I will have company for two nights.
May 5th-after a big night started late and checked out Red Jacket. Cute little cemetery and a chimney. Headed off in drizzle, went up a big slippery steep hill and the wind got cranking. For about 6km the nerves were on edge. The noise was incredible and the sound of falling trees real calming! Coming up to edge of a forest coupe a couple of trees fell across the track mmmmm. We waited against a bank and when the wind backed off went like the clappers. Got a pic of the two Eastons though I didn’t muck around and straight down the Easton ridge. Bit disappointed as the last time I was there it was a nice track and now it’s a fire break. Arrived at Thompson river and decided to set up camp as the wind is still high up top. Turns out this place should be called leechville. Last night with my guest tonight, by the time Marci arrived at camp the tent was set up, me in sleeping bag with a hot cuppa.
May 6th-Said goodbye to visitors early and pushed on. Was glad to get on a bush track up near Stronachs until it was over and under logs that really slowed me down. The wind got right up. In the tall mountain ash forests it is really noisy and when a big one falls it is so quick. More branches coming down than anything. Nerves, what nerves, I was too scared to be nervous. Luckily as you rise the trees get lower and less noisy compared. Finished nearly 30 kms just past 4. As I was about to set up campsite some branches speared into the ground where the tent was going f#@$so I shot out onto the plains and found a spot. Very windy here, forecast 70kph, but the tent is good for it. Snow, rain and wind atm. I don’t think I am going to get much sleep
May 7th- day 39-Last night lived up to expectation. The tent was handling it well so I was confident. Though fresh batteries had been changed into the gps, headtorch, phone and everything else bagged up. With earplugs in the noise wasn’t too bad, but the tent shaking in the wind kept waking me. Tent all iced up this morn and pond beside me was a slurry of ice. Forgot to bag my boots, they were in the vestibule, but had ice all over them and inside- buggar! I came down the mountain and met another school group and some other people. Given up on solitude- I have had 5 lone days on the whole walk. Coming off the mountain it really warms up as you get lower. I’m off the mountain atm and glad cause I can hear the wind up high.
May 8th- Wow the walk is nearly over. It's sad in a way that now another day is all that's left. The last few days there have been people congratulating me, even a number of photos and some kids wanting autographs lol
which has been humbling seeing strangers really excited for me. 13 kms to savour of what's been a damn fine journey. Walkon
9th May. The last few kms were the easiest for the trip & I couldn't decide if it was excitement or sadness that I was finishing. I ran through the entire walk in my mind with the clarity of the memories surprisingly clear. Before I reached the end I sat for a bit, just thought about the walk not from the experiences but of what I had accomplished. Then delaying no longer rose up and strode out those last few steps. Rounding a bend i meet my wife and children with lots of hugs, kisses and tears, not all of them theirs. Hearing cheers coming from down at the Brass Band Rotunda, family and friends were rousing me to finish my adventure. After wading through more hugs and tears I took those last steps up to the finish. I couldn't believe it had ended or so many had turned out to welcome me home, still don't know what to think of either really. When I took the pack off everyone was surprised at how much weight I had lost. After that the only thing left for me to do was to deliver a post card from the girls at the Namadgi Visitors Centre to the Walhalla general store, scored a free cuppa for that then celebrated a bbq with the welcoming mob. Good day though a tad surreal. Still haven't come to grips with it yet.