Day 27 - Mt Talbot Hut Site to Mt Erica Car park Part 1

So this morning starts was too early.  Its 6:30am when I wake but I just lay there till about 7:30am as I know that it will be much worse to be standing around for an hour or more at Mt Erica Car park while I wait for Megan & Tim to arrive.  Mt Erica car park is only 4km away which is less than an hour so I have a lot of time to fill between now and 12noon.

I start with a little housekeeping.  Making sure all my gear is folded nicely and packed well. I have almost no food left so the pack looks more like a saggy old sock than the high-end ultra light pack that has gotten me across 700km of mountainous ranges.   I move onto cleaning up my tent of the bits and pieces that gather inside before restoring some of the wood supplies stored in the old chimney relic. 

Great place to camp as a family.

It is just after 8am and I am out of things to do here, so I figure more new scenery will have to pass the time.  I walk as slow as I can along the trail, taking some time to have a look around at Mushroom Rocks.

Mushroom rocks, AAWT trail.

This morning is filled with pure gratitude to everyone who has supported me in achieving this goal.   There have been large contributors as mentioned previously like my wife and kids, as well as Tim.  But there are more people that have helped me get here, the guys that motivated me to ride, run or climb every week.  Marcus Bourne, the ultimate personal trainer, who made me work harder and harder to find the bottom of my physical and emotional well.  The countless friends and family who asked how preparations were going, asked why I was doing it, and encouraged my aspirations. 

Then there is another group.  These people stood out from the previously mentioned group of supporters; they are the group of people that out of friendship, concern, or just pure disbelief, brought all the obstacles to me.  They highlighted the pitfalls that would keep me from succeeding.  They helped me prepare more than they probably realized.  In bringing these concerns or obstacles to my consciousness I was able to plan for them.  Seasoned hikers that struggle to go out for more than 7 days, who articulated that it was going to be mentally heavy.  They identified that I was going to have to be mentally prepared.  Friends who were concerned about what I was eating highlighted the need to test and test and test everything I was going to eat and how I was going to store the food drops.  Every pondering question was placed on an internal mental checklist of obstacles I needed to prepare for.

I’ve arrived now at Mt. Erica car park and of course its not even 10am, so there seems to be at a minimum a 2hr wait.  It is odd, I haven't taken any photos of my arrival here......only an odd video of the signage at the car park!  I get some fresh water, use the facilities and generally just enjoy a really beautiful sunny morning.  I try to sleep on the park bench for a while but the excitement that I am going to see my wife for the first time in 28 days, since getting on the bus October 31^st in Melbourne to overnight it to Canberra, is keeping me awake. 

Then I hear a car driving up really slow.  I spring to my feet and start walking out into the centre of the circular dead end of the car park.   It is only once I see the faces of the 2 occupants as they creep past me to park that it dawns on me that not only is this not Tim and Megan….but it is not a car I even recognize!  I am so keen to see them that I absolutely ignore all mental processing of the situation and just purely gravitate toward the vehicle in an overwhelming display.  Once they park and exit their vehicle I decide I should introduce myself and explain why a weirdo in the scrub has just tried to enter their vehicle via the windscreen.  They sat with me for about 15 minutes to hear my story.  They were very polite, only ignoring hiding their disgust for my odor occasionally.  They went for their picnic walk and returned within 45 minutes.  I was still the weird smelly guy who apparently was waiting for his wife and friends.  To be honest, I bet if I could locate this couple they would confirm that they thought I was lost and mentally unstable.

I know the time is coming…….do I walk down the road?  Will it be better for Megan to walk less today?  I should video the event!  I set up the camera on the picnic table a run a couple test shots.  All ready to roll.  The time comes of course and I double hit the button and completely miss the chance to record their arrival. 

Here we are.  I am safe.  My wife can stop worrying.  No more stories from Tim about where I am.  Here I am.

Day 26 Stronach to Mt Talbot Hut Site

Oh welcome morning! Someone please light a firecracker off in that sun so it will hurry up and radiate some heat already.  Last night was cold.  I know what my countrymen in Canada are thinking right now, “Australia, cold! No way”.  After 15 years I have clearly become acclimatized, and last night I felt every degree.  Tricks used to get warm,

• ·         Zip up the sleeping bag to point where only nose exposed,
• ·        Put on Kathmandu jumper I’ve been using as a pillow,
• ·       Place tomorrow’s clothes are the bottom of the sleeping bag to reduce zipper draft,
• ·       Wear toque,
• ·       Spoon…..no one and nothing!

As I make my way out of my tent and ready myself for the day, I sense a real day ahead.  With 22 kms to cover to Mt Talbots Hut site.  This felt like a more respectable day compared to the past couple of meanders through the woods. 

Trail start from Stronach camp site.

Having not experienced this part of the trail before I was really taken by the scenery.  It reminded me of the childhood hikes we took as a family to Vermont in the U.S.  A great tree density and a little soggy under foot, you always feel like there is a little adventure just around the bend. 

Paul Barkla had warned me that this area had been flooded and the evidence was still visible.  The majority of the day was walked not on a trail but rather in a slow draining creek, where the trail once was.  It was sunny and warm so there was very little to drain the spirits.  

As I near the end of my journey I find myself already becoming more civilized.  I am worrying about responsibilities, finances, and my family more and more as the trail comes to an end.  Being alone for 20 odd days really allowed me to disconnect from the real world, a time to focus on a singular event.  I highly recommend it to anyone who needs a moment of solitude.  In hindsight I found it reinvigorating.  

Another civilized aspect I start to concern myself with is phone reception.  I am almost out of fuel and food.  If Megan expects to eat in the 16hrs we will be together in the bush she better get Tim to bring both.  Periodically today I get the old blackberry out and check for reception but it is not till I reach the Mt Baw Baw Alpine Village junction that I am able to get through and secure a number of extra treats as well.

Junction markers

Not long after, I cross paths with Ed.  An older gentlemen that has just walked in for some fitness from the Mt St Gwinear car park.  He explains that he comes through the area every so often to stay healthy and clear his head.  Wise man!  I tell him of my travels and we share a couple stories before wishing each other a good day and parting ways.  As we started to depart I thought, “wonder if he has any food?”  Unfortunately Ed had only packed himself as traditional serving of a cheese sandwich.  No luck this time.

Knowing I am now only 7 kms from the days resting place I find myself splashing through the creek bogged trail.  Jumping around corners and performing the odd Air Jordan symbol launch of rocky obstructions.  Once again I am reminder of my time on the Appalachian Trail in Vermont with my siblings and cousins.  Our parents telling to slow down as we launch off rocks, running down hill through loose pick up sticks and soil.  I find myself thinking I should have played down the entire AAWT, would have been a blast. 

 

Random photo of the trail, great day!

I am nonetheless disturbed with the various camping spots I pass.  There seems to have been a new hiking and camping manual distributed that I was not aware of which reads “Please, if you use this place make sure to leave as much food rappers and beverage containers as you can possible dispose of.  This will ensure you are the last person to enjoy this place!”  It was a real sign of how close to “civilization” I was.  Strange, I feel like as the dirty smelly hiker I am actually being more civilized then civilization. 

With these locations behind me it doesn’t take long to come past this great timber foot bridge with a gushing creek passing below.  I follow the creek down to Mt Talbot Hut site in the glowing warmth of an afternoon sun.  What a place.  Surrounded by large boulders, the remaining chimney stands proud as the centerpiece of the clearing. 

I set up camp, have a rationed snack, and begin to create a to do list whilst I have this warm sunny day.  There are 2 things that become the focal point of my afternoon, washing the laundry and improving my hygiene in general.  I fill up my portable collapsible kitchen sink and wedge it between two boulder crevasses.  Wedged there I set about washing every piece of clothing I have in my pack and on my being.  It takes 7 or 8 refills to get it all done and in the end, my 2m length of guy line is no match for the quantity of clothing requiring drying.  I lay all of the quick dry material garments on the large rocky boulders facing the sun and let the thicker garments hold place on the line.

My attention turns to my personal hygiene.  I know I stink and can only imagine how Megan is going to respond to the odour.  I remember back to Thredbo YHA when Jochen or myself would open our room door.  Our gear had such a stink it was hard for us to even hide our offense.  I am attached to that aroma a thereby know that I would only be worse now.

Knowing how much Megan has supported this adventure, I don’t want to ruin our reunion with my stink.  The following is not news to any one who has hiked.  So my wording relating to it being something developed is clearly misguided and a sign of how exhausted I am.  Although I don’t feel exhausted.  Also, the thumbnail may show that there is some skin in this video.  If you are friends with me on facebook, you've seen it before!  Viewer discretion is advise.........

Having cleaned up and got some food in, I settle down early tonight because frankly there is nothing else to do!  Its felt good to get some housekeeping done and tomorrow I will see Megan for the first time in 27 days (we have never been apart in 13 years for more than 4 or 5 days).  I will also see Tim again.  Man he has so made this happen for me.  What a guy.  If I ever decide to do this again I’ll have to get him to be my home based again!  Just playing bud…….hope we can share the experience next time.  I hope I can sleep in tomorrow as there is only 4.2 kms to do before the 12noon meeting time.  I may have been patient along the trail, but when I get to that car park I am going to be pretty keen for some human contact.

An extra little video showing the water source at Mt Talbot hut site.

DAY 25 - Australian Alps Walking Track

I have woken up this morning regretting some of the weeks decisions.  I could be done by now, I could have gone harder.  I could have less rest days.

Oz4adventure T-shirts - My Birthday gift from Tim.

It doesn't take me long however to recognise that this whole trek wasn't all about me.  It was also about the people who supported me.  My wife, who I am now waiting for and Tim who even now is my support.  Visiting me at Hotham, keeping Megan updated, bringing Megan to the trail now and then my kids on the last day.  So sure I could have done it faster and been done now, but I wouldn't have enjoyed time with Tim at Hotham, and I wouldn't have the chance to walk the last day with my wife.

Leaving Namadgi 25 days ago with Tim.

Faster definitely would not have been better!

Thomson River, camped beside the river last night.

So day 25 starts with a cold river crossing of the Thompson River.  I left my hiking boots off this morning as I knew straight away I'd be getting wet.  Having never been here before I am uncertain whether this current is standard or more aggressive then normal, but it is not an easy crossing.  I would not have attempted it without walking poles thats for sure.  Once crossed I get dressed for the day.  It is raining lightly this morning and I found last night to be much colder than even the nights on the peaks near Kosciuszko, so am bundled up.

Its not far along the Thomson Jordan Divide Road that I come past Easton Dam.  It dawns on me that this place is like the cities we all live in.  We are the water, plentiful and free.  But we surround ourselves with boundaries which inevitably funnel us down a pre-determined route.  It is only once every so often that a branch falls in and diverts us down a new course, a new adventure.  

Easton Dam

I return to my adventure once more; to the tree lined scrub of the trail.  It’s not long before I cross paths with Paul Barkla.  Paul is on his 3^rd day of his end-to-end adventure and fills me in on the flooding that occurring 3 weeks back, which prevented his original start date from happening.  It was a really surreal experience to meet Paul as one of the first things he told me was that he had been following my progress online through my Spot tracker interface.  That was really cool to know that another adventure seeker was watching my adventure as a prelude to his own.

Paul Barkla

Paul has a great story to tell as well.  Paul had been in a car accident 7 years prior, which had damaged his spine.  Through out his rehabilitation he was encouraged to set a goal that he would achieve once he was mobile again.  The AAWT was his goal. Amazing.  Having stood in the rain for about 15 minutes we wished each other all the best and continued on.  I hope Paul is reading, I'd like to hear from you.  

The balance of the day was uneventful, just a relaxing stroll really.  Passing the standard trail historical markers I find myself feeling like I am on a tourist trail now, and less of an adventurer.

On arrival at Stronach Camp I immediately try to determine the best water source.  I have plenty of time in the day so I wander around for a couple hours believing I can find a better source than the brown pond scum located near camp.  Having succumb to my thirst, I brushed the top scum aside and filled up.

I set up camp by the old trail junction and boiled my water.  It’s about 4pm and I’ve eaten dinner and a snack but find myself starving.  Being out here required me to be so focused, so alert.  Now with the hike concluding in relatively short walks, it seems like my body wants for massive quantities of food.   Its also getting really cold.  Much colder than any other night I’ve had on the entire journey.  I rug up in my sleeping bag with my thermals on and continue to boil up water.  All I can do is lay here and feel my stomach aching.  I can feel my insides eating away at my insides!  I am going nuts.  I count my food in order to verify how much I can really eat tonight without leaving myself in strife between now and meeting up with Megan and Tim.  I have a second round of soup and mountain breads, a Cadel Evans energy bar and a pack of oatmeal.  It’s like it was all just air.  I could eat my own hand I’m so hungry.

Starvation cell! I mean 'Home'

 

I fall asleep eventually but wake again at about 9am in gut wrenching agony from starvation.  I had made an error prior to Rumpff Saddle.  Expecting to have a fresh stick of german mettwurst in my Rumpff Saddle food drop, I chucked out about 150 grams of meat after lunch to avoid carrying the weight.  Turns out there was not a new stick at Rumpffs Saddle and I an now left meatless.   I think this is playing a major part on my daily hunger factor.  This is a real lesson learned to keep your food equally spread across each drop.  You may not remember variations to your buckets when you are out there. 

I suffer through the pain by eating a dry packet of oatmeal.  As this has turned out to be the coldest night in my hike I don’t feel like getting the stove out and opening the front of the tent.  Raw oatmeal is not that bad really.  It would have been worse if it didn’t have all the sugar and fruits in the mix.

In 2 more days I will meet up with Megan and we will finish this adventure together.  I have time on my side so my mind starts to identify shortcomings in our plans to walk the last 11km’s or so together.  The main point that I feel Megan will be concerned about is that I really stink.  All my stuff stinks.  I mean seriously, even in this freezing weather I can smell the nasty aroma of hard work.  Hopefully tomorrow will bring an opportunity to wash up!