I’m not one for race reports or recaps for races as I usually tell my story and experience in photos.
BUT this is one that I’d like to share.
4 girls – all different backgrounds – all with one goal – to finish!
We didn’t care how long, if we came last or how we did it – the goal was to have fun, create memories, and have an experience that we’d talk about for years to come.
For Monique and I it was the first time we’d ever navigated a course – Moni had more experience with navigation, me none ….. it was nerve wracking when we received the maps – almost vomit 🤮 worthy! WTF were we thinking!
Before the race even started, you get the feeling of being part of a community. I absolutely love the AR community! Everyone giving some assistance and helping us to work stuff out we didn’t know.
After a gentle reminder from Rich the Race Director to watch out for wombats – we were off! The legs were amazing.
Leg 1 – Trek/float
We chose to use donuts to float down and navigate the river. Wise idea? – No.
They were cute and fun for about 5 minutes then the novelty wore off! We had a blast though – and saw so much wildlife – wombats, echidnas, water dragons and kangaroos to name just a few.
Leg 2 – Canoe
OMG we so sucked at this! It took us ages to just to try and paddle straight. We didn’t get any better by the time we finished either!!! So clearly more practice is needed here!
Leg 4 – MTB to Rogaine
What can I say – I’ve never hiked a Mountain Bike up so many hills and big bastards at that! I truly feel that my training for Alpine in November and Moni’s training for the 6 foot track was well and truly catered for this weekend!
Leg 5 – Rogaine
It took 3 hours to find a checkpoint, by this time I had a 10min nap in the mud with the beautiful Gail – was so romantic!
I’m never one to nap at long endurance events but gees, I was mentally and physically exhausted. We all were at this stage. But in true form, we picked each other up and carried on.
Leg 6 – MTB back home
The last MTB back to the finish was relentless – I honestly think we spent 60% of our time hiking the bike up the biggest hills I’ve seen for ages. We carried our bikes up stairs, we threw them over fences and lugged them through creeks. Our bikes, Mavis, Zena, Juliet and Nelly were incredible!
Overall – our team was perfect – I couldn’t even imagine doing it with anyone other than these 3 incredibly strong women – even in our sleep deprived, delirious state there was so much laughter, singing and even a lolly pop whistle concert (yes you read that right 🤣). There are some stories that will never be spoken about in a public forum 😳- Let’s just say it’s amazing how many uses barrier cream has …..
To navigate for the first time and make it to the end is awesome. We may not have done some bits perfect but holy shit I’m so stoked we achieved what we set out to do, we found our way around, we found our way home.
Thank you Rich Old, Karen Downman and the incredible volunteers from Fully Rad Adventures for an amazing experience.
Thank you Monique, Laura and Gail for just being you.
Troy and Terry – gees you two were the best crew we could have had – the noodles were lined up, the water was hot, the crew boxes were always ready to go – outstanding!
Until next year! 2020 we’re coming for you!
Watermarked photos are from fine folks at Fully Rad Adventures and Wildside – the rest are from the team and their awesome crew.
This race report is brought to you by Gen Nawrot, from the “Not Wandering, Just Lost” team, who tackled the 36 hour course at the 2019 Wildside Adventure Race, Southern Highlands Edition.
We definitely got an adventure and so much more this weekend.
After a leisurely drive down on Thursday to beat the public holiday traffic, Amy Robinson and I had a whole day of nervous waiting before the briefing and map giving for Wildside Adventure Southern Highlands Edition.
A year and a half ago, we went in our first ever adventure race. In a team of four, we carried our large hiking bags and loads of unnecessary equipment all day and all night, finishing our 12 hour race in 19 hours and 45 minutes. Back then, I couldn’t run the 800m to my nearest Aldi let alone a marathon. We seem to be well known as the girls that wore glow stick glasses and accessories on our night kayak, karaoked all the way up the river, ate iced finger buns at 6 am and never stopped smiling despite being so far behind absolutely everybody.
So now, this time as a team of 2, we were looking at our first ever 36 hour event. There’s been hours and hours of training to turn me from the kinda fit woman I was 1.5 years ago to the hopefully much fitter person I am now – Aldi isn’t far away at all anymore! With a second 12 hour and a 24 hour event finished successfully we hoped for the best.
Getting the maps and logistic plan did make the butterflies in the stomach start flying around a bit faster. It looked tough! Even trying to get everything sorted as quick as possible meant we still got to bed only at 11pm. Unfortunately, cars aren’t the best things to sleep in prior to a long adventure race. But with the choice of a 90 minute round trip to be back at the start at 5am, it seemed like the best option. So finally, at 1am with my undies over my face to block out the showground lights, I made it to sleep. And at 4:30, the alarm went off – time to go!
At 5 the bus took us out to the start of our first paddle at Tallowa Dam starting at 6. I’d hoped, just once, to have a rain free adventure race. Nope! It poured down while in the kayaks and kept drizzling into the start of the trek. As we walked up Bundanoon creek and Nyes Creek, this kept the rocks nice and slippery. The first part of the walk was not too bad, then things got a little tougher after the first fork. It definitely was boulder country and trying to snake around or through was pretty interesting. Going up Nyes Creek though was a different level again, going on sketchy inclines to miss huge boulders and a 20m vertical drop at one point. It took us 3 hours to cover a distance of 2km as the crow flies at one point. But we made it out…
…just in time for a very shortened mountain bike orienteering session before heading back into Tallowa gorge. We made the decision to cut short the MTBO to try to reenter the gorge before dark. We knew the reentry to the gorge would be steep, sketchy as all hell and for me, slightly terrifying. There were many thoughts swirling in my head at this point. Oh Fuck was prominent. The trackers don’t show us well in the gorge, if something happens, how long before someone will look for us? We are the lucky last, there’s no one behind us. And we are only 2, if someone hurts themselves, one person may have to hike out on their own while the other is left behind.
With these super reassuring thoughts, I had a few little cries and then we headed back into the gorge. And darn it, in the dark. It was just as scary as I thought, sliding down steep rocks, minor rock climbing and now knowing that there was no way to get back up, the only possible way is down. We had a few little hints in dodgy spots where we could see the routes the other teams had taken. When we finally heard the creek at the bottom, we were thrilled! It was just a matter of a 7 hour trek back to the boats at this stage, finally getting there at almost 2am. On the way, we met up with the Tiger Lizards. Unfortunately one of them had fallen and hurt her back right at the start of the descent . I definitely admire how well she did to manage the rest of this leg. At the boats, she and another team mate decided to kayak back to Tallowa to get picked up, also incredibly painful for her, while their other 2 team mates, Oren and Volker decided to continue with us as they would not be allowed to continue without a tracker and mobile phone.
So back in the boats and a 24km paddle back to Bendeela. The fellas weren’t too keen on paddling at our pace so they hooked us together and gave us a tow, to increase our paddling speed considerably. Very helpful considering the rhythmic paddling motion put me to sleep several times before dawn and Amy got in some micro sleeps after the sun came up. I never thought I could sleep anywhere. But not matter how hard I tried, I would be paddling and then suddenly jerk awake and noticed we’d steered off to the side as I slept. Oops. We left at 3am and got into TA2 at just after 8.
With Amy’s feet absolutely covered in blisters and me mentally exhausted, the thought of another million kilometres on a bike filled us with dread. By this stage we had only had just over 3 hours sleep in the last 50 hours and it was a real killer. Even food and brownies (yum!) didn’t help. We decided to short course ourselves and not do the huge MTB loop to the north, we’d just pick up the southern end and head home. Even this was hard. At one point my vision went grey so I got off the bike before I fell off. We rode into the end after 30 hours out in the bush.
While we technically finished (with a huge time penalty for missed checkpoints) for me it doesn’t feel like a huge success. I am proud of not backing out of the 2nd leg of the trek even though I wanted to with everything I had. Despite our name, we actually never got lost. But lurking in the back of my mind is the feeling that I should’ve done more, pressed on just a little harder. Judging by the other teams, we may have finished the full course early Monday morning, likely after 40+ hours. At the end of the day, this race was just a little bit more than what we could chew. The distance increase was hard yes, but more difficult was the terrain they pick only for the real pros and the real sleep deprivation of the 5am start of a huge race after only 3 hours sleep. And I while the sensible part of me says we still did very well for our experience level, the rest of me isn’t very sensible! But oh well! It was all part of my huge learning curve over the last 2 years.
They haven’t scared me off yet! I’ll be back, but in the 24 hour category. Once I can improve my times there, maybe then its time for another go at a 36 hour.
But only if there’s some type of cake!
The great photos are courtesy of the talented Wildside photographer
The map shows the blue where we did go, red is the route we didn’t do.
The rain was closer to horizontal than vertical when Bekket and I locked the front door of our sharehouse behind us.
We exchanged cheeky grins and a quick thumbs up, then sprinted down the street to the spot where Bekket’s car was parked.
The back of the car was full. Full in a way that can only be achieved by someone who spent their childhood playing Tetris and their adulthood squeezing far too many outdoor activities into their weekends.
Mowgli was our housemate, fellow adventurer and partner in mischief. She was part way through her placement at a General Practice. She was keen to climb the spectacular rock features in the nearby Warrumbungle National Park.
Plans are hatched
Climbing in the Bungles is a daunting proposition. You have to trek a long way…
included transport out to Uluru, Kata Tjuta and Kings Canyon. Two nights and three
very busy days. We camped in tents or you could do swags which was cheaper. All
meals and passes were included. Pick up and drop off from your hotel.
Knowledgeable and friendly guide and camp cook.
Kata Tjuta (a Pitjantjatjara word) is the name of one of the largest rock formations in the world. Ernest Giles arrived in the 1870s and named it the Olga’s. But it’s always been Kata Tjuka and now it has reverted back to its true name. It has 36 domes and is made from Conglomerate rock. It’s very different to Uluru and considered a sacred aboriginal men’s site and because of this visitors can only access two areas.
It’s 436m high (100m higher than Uluru). Around 550 million years ago the Peterman Orogeny occurred resulting in a big mountain range which came up 10kms high and was made from sandstone. There was an inland ocean at that time over the whole area because it was lower than sea level. So what we were walking on was originally the bottom of the ocean!
occurred and this left Uluru and Kata Tjuta standing. Kata Tjuta continues down
under the ground about 6kms in addition to the portion on top of the land. The sediment
layers (stripes in the rock) trend on a 15 degree slant, due to how it was
pushed up when the Peterman Orogeny occurred.
The first people have been in this area for 60,000 years and are called the Anangu people. I bought this wicked painting from a woman called Marlene Smith. There was an intense sadness about her but she was proud of her work and explained what it was to me. She seemed happy I bought it. I told her I would put it in my lounge room and think of her each time I looked at it. That made her smile.
The painting has the following in it- Bush tucker- tomatoes, quondons, and bush bananas and two women (semi-circles) with a bowl (piti) and digging stick. Women hunt goannas for their flesh and eggs. The middle piece is a water hole. The word for women is (minma) and water is (kuppi).
Monolith- one big rock that is 338m high and 9kms around the base. It is 1.4 kms across the top and 2.5kms of it hidden underground. The climb on Uluru will thankfully be closed on 26th October, 2019. The indigenous people have been requesting tourists not to climb it for a long time because 36 people have died doing it and it makes them very sad that their sacred site is a place people die. They call it ‘Sorry business’. So they are closing it because people are too selfish not to honour their wishes.
There are interesting caves and paintings around base of Uluru. The Aboriginal people attended Uluru during times of ceremony or during nomadic travels. There was a massacre there many many years ago, and they ask you not to take photos of some areas or of respect. All photos in this trip report are in sanctioned areas.
monolith in the area is Attila (Mt Connor) which is similar to Uluru but it
squares off and has a different feel I thought. It used to be passed off as Uluru
by guides as it’s much closer to town. (Uluru is 4 hours away from Alice Springs).
You can’t access Attila as it is on privately owned land.
A great 6km hike can be done that takes you over and around the canyon. There is also a 1-2 day 21km option. It’s worth taking yourself down to the Garden of Eden, so lovely and peaceful. The walk is steep and there are lots of cliff edges and stairs, so not for those who have a fear of heights!
The area is closed when the temp reaches over 36 degrees for safety and National Parks has a compulsory 3L water rule, as people have died there from dehydration.
Yes you can hire a car, and wander around yourself. But the distances are long, sometimes 4 hours between sites. Also, with a guide I felt I learnt so much more than just reading about it on the signs. The people who guide these areas have a unique sense of humour and resilience about them. And just for that it is worth being around them and learning about their passions.
Thanks to Audrey and Kristy, such an amazing experience. One I will always remember!
I could feel it tightening my neck muscles and loosening my character.
So I booked a trip with Women Want Adventure on the Larapinta Trail. I’d never heard of it before, but it looked remote and that was the hook for me. I’m not fit enough to do it on my own. While some of my friends are at the more extreme fit level, other friends are not as adventurous as I am. I didn’t feel fit enough to do it solo. So I found a company to make it achievable for me.
The Larapinta Trail is arduous and relentless. I’m rarely speechless but I was often on this trip! The views are spectacular. But also those bloody hills are also hard core! Also you are walking on rubble, which is often unstable. So every step requires consideration and concentration. But like anything, if its hard, its worth the reward.
We did 5 days of the trail- Sections 1, 10, and 12. There are a total of 12 sections, potentially taking 12-16 days to complete 223 kilometers.
You can find detailed information on a quality FB page called Larapinta Trail. There are loads of tips and tricks people share plus local information on the condition of the trail, water supplies and fire issues. Very helpful if you are planning to do an unsupported trip! You’d have to consider the following gear and its weight if you want to do it unguided:
Three season tent
Quality insulated sleeping mat
Thermal sleeping sheet
Cooking set up
Phone and power banks
Food (and food drops)
Hiking boots and spare sneakers
Water purification set
3-4L carrying capacity
Warm/cool/wet weather clothes
Emergency first aid equipment and training
Good quality walking poles
Adventurous, can-do attitude
Women Want Adventure
To be clear from the start, I have no affiliation with Women Want Adventure. But I do admire people with a solid philosophy and tenacity. WWA’s pioneer and owner Monique Farmer is creating such a great community for women to get among the harder stuff, but with an inclusive and positive vibe. She’s a peaceful and energetic leader, self-assured and authentic. You can find our more about WWA on their website.
We slept in swags, which we were responsible for setting up each night and getting back on the truck in the early morning. Surprisingly comfortable! Each night, the fat wichetty grub (me) would wiggle down in my leaf (the swag) and absorb the millions of stars and a crescent moon. Sometimes I would wake up and have no idea what was going on but good old Mr. Moon was looking over me. So I would drift back to sleep peacefully. Was a great way to re-balance myself and calm my fractured city spirit.
Each morning the guides were up before us to cook a hot breakfast. The first morning I woke up to the smell of toast and I thought “who the hell is making toast in the middle of the night! Crazy people”. Then I realised I had crashed out and it was 6am already! Each day one of the four WWA guides moved the 4WD truck and camp to the next location, where hot meals were ready and a fire blazing.
Hard core hiking means serious eating!
and plentiful meals were provided with plenty of vego options. Amazing desserts
were on offer, as was tea/coffee/juice several times a day.
Even in the middle of a hike a hot thermos was produced for a cuppa as we looked over the McDonald ranges. Cheese, biscuits, cakes, fruit and nuts; you name it, we ate it! And with the most incredible views. Wine was offered with dinner each night and as much laughter as you could handle!
These included 2-3L of water, medications, morning tea, lunch, protective equipment- such as a wind breaker, down jacket and fly net. The weather can change quickly from cold to rather warm even in winter. Most nights were 0-2 degrees and days 20-22 degrees.
It’s remote, so there’s plenty to be aware of:
All year round- exhaustion, blisters, rashes
In warmer weather, snakes and hyperthermia
Spinifex! Imagine spears imitating grass. Nasty stuff if you fall or sit on it
Hypothermia is real; you need to layer up with thermals and down jackets
The trail is closed during the hotter months. You would probably croak it if you tried it then
There are dingoes, but no issues with them as long as you protect your food supplies sensibly
Day One – Section 1
Telegraph station->Wallaby gap 14kms. A total of 790 meters elevation to Euroridge. Difficulty- medium. There were toilets at the end.
We saw lovely Wedge Tail Eagles and spirited Rock Wallabies. The key highlight for me was walking along an incredible ridge line with a deadly drop off.
Day Two – Section 10
Ormiston Gorge->Glen Helen 16 km with an elevation of 720 meters to the hilltop lookout for lunch. Difficulty- Medium.
The flies were feral- a net is a must! Toilets are available at Fink river. Swam in the gorge, which was very cold but amazing!
There’s a great bar at Glen Helen with food and some supplies. Flush toilets and showers. Camping/Caravans only. Water and electricity available.
Day Three – Section 10
Glen Helen->Davenport creek 19kms Elevation of 1000 meters to hilltop lookout. Difficulty- very hard.
Great views. Rocky and rubbly++ This is one part you definitely need hiking poles. Camping in the creek bed was very peaceful and remote. The creeks are just sand. The waterways are called “upside down” in this area. You can dig down only 15cm and find wet sand. No real chance of flooding according to the guides. Drop toilet 1 km away.
Day Four – Section 12
Davenport creek->Redbank creek. 13.6km and mostly flat and winding. Difficulty- easy.
Lovely gorge 1.2 km away at the end of the day- very rugged access but some great rock wallaby’s. Camp in river bed. Drop toilet and water tank.
Day Five – Section 12
Redbank creek to Mt Sonder 16kms with an elevation of 1390meters and an 8 hours return You can go half way for good sunrise views though. Difficulty-very hard! But equally rewarding!
A common thread
There are lots of different types of people on the trail, but we all seemed to have a common thread. Often we saw no one at all, except a solo hiker with a full pack! Some people do sections of it and come back finish it the following year. What I did notice is the happiness in our WWA group, particularly the support, laughing and kindness.
Also impressive was the organised nature and quite leadership of our guides. Nothing was ever a trouble. They were authentic, knowledgeable and relaxed. They genuinely loved being out there. They helped us be brave and feel safe in a very rugged environment. Their depth of knowledge about the area and a real respect for the earth and indigenous culture was brilliant.
Thanks to Monique, Sue, Claire and Liv for a life changing experience. Just what I needed!
Made so many awesome friends
Massive thank you to PJ for sharing this trip report.
“Do you really think sexism still exists Tess? Or are you just finding drama where there is none?”
I was asked this (or something to this effect) by a well-meaning friend a few years back.
I was taken aback by the question, and I didn’t really know how to respond. Having been brought up in a very equality-minded home, where my parents drilled into me at a young age that men and women should be equal, and having surrounded myself in my adult years by friends of both genders who took part in stereotypical male activities in the outdoors, I flailed trying to find a response.
The part of me that has had the “equality is key to progress” mantra stamped into my brain automatically fired off with “of course sexism still exists and is important to fight against!”.
It was very difficult to know how many clothes we would need, how much food we would use and which box we would need to put everything in to access at different parts of the race. Most teams in our section had support crews at most Transition Areas (TAs), people to make them food, transport their bikes and keep their spirits up. We were unsupported so had to wrangle lots of gear into 2 boxes and had to figure out where to buy/how to make waterproof bike boxes a few weeks out from the event.
was a nice drive up north, leaving at 5:30 from Newcastle to get to the
registration at about 1pm. The briefing was held at 3 where we got the rundown
of the course, course notes and maps. Then it was full speed ahead for the rest
of the night, sorting gear and planning our course and navigation choices. The
weather report held rain for Saturday with skies clearing on Sunday. The
coastal report told of 1.8m swells and advised coastal activities would be
While initially allowing the Geohalf teams the opportunity to
participate in Leg 1, a 20km ocean paddle, the race organisers decided to only
allow the Full course teams the option. They realised that if all of us are
crazy enough to participate in such an event, we would do everything it
entails, even if that meant ocean kayaking in dangerous water with little sea
kayaking experience. They realised that the life savers didn’t want to spend
the entire time fishing teams out of the water so made Leg 1 a mandatory trek
leg instead. We all breathed a sigh of relief and slept a little easier the
night before the event.
At 5:30am we were up again to hand our bikes and gear boxes in and get ready for the 8am start. The we were off! Doing a mixture of running/ walking (mostly walking :P) we headed down the coast to TA1. The rain started down on us a little but generally we were in good spirits. The coastal tracks around the area are beautiful, with interesting rock formations and coastal vegetation. Unfortunately during this leg Amy started to feel pain in her hip which didn’t see to improve as we went along. We were never caring about which position in the race we were, so it didn’t bother us to enter TA1 as one of the last teams.
After assembling our bikes and refuelling we were off again, heading further down the coast first of all on wet, slushy dirt road. With everyone looking like they’d just had a mud bath we reached the river crossing where a small ferry awaited to take us across the river. Soon after that, a slide down a muddy embankment and we found our first check point! The we were off again on our bikes down a 4WD sand track, heading to Minnie Waters. Unfortunately for Amy, her hip was getting worse and it was painful to continue on the difficult to ride sandy roads. After a lot of painful deliberation she decided at TA2 that she would hitch a ride and meet us further down the line for the paddle, to avoid doing another long trek leg.
After slight difficulties at TA2 due to a missing bike box, Laura, Melody and I left TA2 after dark on Leg 3, another trek leg. It was starting to seem like endless walking as most was on beach, stretching out forever into the distance. We found CP3 and 4 with not much difficulty but really had to push ourselves on the walk down Wooli Beach. It was starting to take its toll on our mental stamina but we pushed through. The amazing feeling of turning the lights off and being all alone on the vast stretches of sand and the bioluminescence in the sand kept us on our feet and moving till we limped into TA3 at about 11:30pm.
Amy was brilliant, she’d set up our kayaks and had hot water on the go, just what we needed! After a dinner break we managed to get our kayaks down a very steep embankment and start Leg 4, a river paddle. This was a beautiful paddle in the dark, relatively uneventful save the fish jumping into our boat. CP5 was easy to find and we found the exit point on the river without much difficulty. Then it was an absolutely awful 400m portage of heavy plastic kayaks up to TA4.
We reached TA4 at about 3am and it took till 4:20 before we were restocked and the bikes were set up ready to go. Then we were off again, just Melody, Laura and I. The first section of Leg 5 was fine, muddy, sloshy and puddly but mostly rideable. The first really low point of the night was us struggling to locate CP6, at 5am and 21 hours into racing nothing seemed like it was in the right place. We struggled to figure it out for about half an hour, until I was ready to give up on it and just try to make it to somewhere where I could figure out where we were. Just when I was really worried, we practically fell on top of it and I was so relieved we weren’t lost I cried.
After feeling heaps better about CP6, we headed north to CP7. Little did we know that we were entering over 2kms of washed out, slippery clay, deeply rutted 4WD tracks that were impossible to ride and incredibly difficult to push the bikes up and down. For me, this was the real low point of the race, the inevitable thoughts of “why did I sign up for this” invading my mind. But there was no option but continue and continue we did, making it off that track just as daylight was approaching. We were all very much in struggle street at this time, it had been a very long night and we had hoped to be much closer to TA5 by now.
Still, there was nothing to do but plod along. And plodding it
was, the coastal range road was constant gruelling ups, at least with many fun
downs. We didn’t manage to find CP7 to our disappointment but at this time we
were not the happiest of campers so we left it. The road continued up and down,
up and down. At about 8am something amazing clicked in my brain. I suddenly
felt fresh and awake, like I’d had a full nights rest and hadn’t already been
racing for 24 hours. Nothing hurt and everything seemed great. I had been
forcing myself to smile for the past 2 hours to try and get past the difficult
patch, it must have just started my adrenaline off.
and Melody were real troopers, they were hurting but continued on with grim
determination. I was forever saying “just one more hill” and they
didn’t grumble much when one hill turned into many.
It was well into the daylight hours when we were looking for CP8. After starting to look in the wrong place, I figured out my error and managed to find it fairly quickly. I also found a diamond python, thankfully asleep. I took a good look at him then took the long way round his sleeping spot.
get us off the many ups and downs and get onto a very nice road, we dropped off
the range and took the main forest road most of the way to TA5. It was so nice
to ride and actually feel like we were going somewhere for a change.
Unfortunately, the course organisers are sadists and TA5 was on top of the
range road on top of the largest hill in the area. The ladies were going pretty
strong but this last gigantic, steep, slippery hill was the last straw.
made it to TA5 at about noon. We had been racing for 28 hours by this stage and
it had been very tough going. Laura and Melody made the decision at this point
that they would pull out of the race. Melody called the race organiser but to
their dismay, due to the poor conditions of the road, they would have to
proceed to TA6 as they had no way of getting them out from TA5.
was out of the question, the girls had no desire to go down the massive hill we
had just climbed, only to have to come back up again later. It wasn’t a long
leg, our route would have been about a 8-9km trek. So resigned, we skipped Leg
6 and headed out on Leg 7 to get to TA6.
Several kilometres out of TA5 we ran into another group, group 44, the “Blister Sisters”. They had been wandering around for several hours, getting geographically embarrassed while looking for CP9. This seemed to have taken the wind out of their sails, they were out of food and low on water. I led the way to CP9 and it was at this point they decided they would be calling it a day. They had a support crew who would come and give them a lift back to the start. Laura and Melody had been resigned to the bike back to TA6 but they made the hard decision to pull out at this point. They were wanting to finish but knew the going would be slow and I feel they made the decision more for me than anything. I felt guilty but I was not sure if I would be able to continue being so strong if the race kept going into the early hours of the next morning. There was one lady, Allie, from the Blister Sisters who was keen to continue so she and I paired up for the rest of the race.
Now we were team 42/44, not sure if we were the “Wonder Sisters”, “Wonder Blisters” or the “Blister Women”! We rode quickly out to the main road and made good time along the dirt and tar roads. We turned off on trail towards CP10, generally the going was good with a few hills that Allie powered up and I hiked the bike. CP 10 was easy to find and we headed off to CP 11. The organiser had warned at the start of the race that the last 5kms was shit, and sure he was right! We turned off onto a dune trail, deep rutted sand, overgrown vegetation, slipping and sliding around everywhere. Allie tackled it with confidence, I tackled it with fear and just mentally crossed my fingers that I wouldn’t stack it. CP 11 was not a hard find, then we were on the last few kms of the biking leg. We got to TA6 just before dark, changed and was on the water as quick as we could before we lost too much daylight.
We started off well but soon realised we were in low tide – there were sand banks everywhere! After navigating through and around them to get to the mouth of the river we thought we were going well – we should have looked at the compass more because we managed to get ourselves temporarily lost. We were 35 hours into the race by this time and both of us got into a dark place at this point. We struggled through though and managed to point ourselves in the right direction to get to CP12. We found the area just fine and knew we were in the exact right place however, someone had nicked the check point flag. After 30 minutes of fruitless searching we gave up and got back in the boat for the final leg. With only a few mishaps, slightly losing ourselves and needing to pull the kayak off the sandbanks, we were on the final stretch!
The big glowing finish arch was lit up on the beach and we made it to the end, just on 8:45pm Sunday night. While we were excited and proud, we were also very tired and cold, having just raced for almost 37 hours. After many quick hugs and congratulations my wonderful team mates bundled me into the car and took me home for a hot shower and dinner. I barely made it through my delicious laksa without falling asleep with my face in the bowl.
It was finished! I couldn’t have asked more from my team who kept going through loads of pain and sleep deprivation. They all did an amazing effort and despite not finishing, it is definitely something to be proud of. And thanks to Allie, her speed and confidence made me finish a lot faster than I could’ve without her. I was and still am quite amazed I could finish it! The total statistics recorded on my GPS watch was 162.01kms total distance, 1736m elevation gain and 1683 elevation loss. I am very glad I could finish it as I am already signed up for and paid for the next AR, Wildside AR Southern Highlands Edition. Only this time, we are signed up for the 36 hour event. BRING IT ON!!!
Photo credits: Some are mine, some are courtesy of the Geoquest photographers and the rest are from Amy Robinson.
Apparently Aoraki is often visited but not seen. High mountains are often like this, clouded, shrouded and mysterious. After finally convincing the Husband to leave his beloved Australia, there was no way we could miss seeing the highest mountain of New Zealand, even if it meant glimpses as the snow laden clouds drew apart for a second.
That night we slept only after we became acclimated to the rumblings of glacial melt reverberating off rocky cliffs. When we woke from our restful sleep under the shadow of Mueller Glacier, we were greeted by Aoraki standing proudly in sunshine and blue sky.
Not content to view this omniscient mount from the relative comforts of camp, we decided to go higher to take a look, and more to the point, 2,200 steps higher.
When one lives many years in a small N.S.W rural village, one of the best things about doing-the-tourist-thing is the wonderful people you meet as you all congregate in unity sharing the warming experience of being awestruck at the grandeur of the world. Well walking up those stairs at my pace provided me with ample time to enjoy this diverse bunch of mountain viewers. Now as humans are typically hilarious with all their comings and goings, I had ample to chuckle about (mind you, this includes me!).
When faced with an overwhelming challenge, my dear husband and my year 10 art teacher (thanks Mrs. Jones) taught me to break it down, so 100 steps and then reflection time (well gasping and crying time mostly, interspersed with amusement).
So we started out, me counting my 100 steps, the others racing annoyingly ahead. Feeling a bit deflated that the hubby had got fitter, I determinedly plodded on. Then a slightly younger English couple came quickly up behind me, obviously wanting to get past me, I cramped aside at the next bigger step and nodded politely when they provided encouraging words of “you can do it”. This was extremely irksome as they had not even broken into a sweat and we were up to 150 steps already, and the lady’s lipstick was still as fresh as an English rose. They bunched their gym toned legs, leaped up the next 2 steps and said see you at the top! Deflated as ever, I took a humble pill and leaned on those walking sticks for the next 50 steps until rest time. By the time I had reached 450 steps, the English couple were well out of my head, I had moved on to much more interesting humans. However, at this time, the English couple appeared around the cliff corner, walking very slowly back down. Hi I said, (too jovially I thought!) and tried to congratulate them on going all that way and back before I was even half way up. They said they hadn’t gone much further and realised it was just too far. Then I really looked, the poor lady’s lipstick was smudged, her hair messed, and sweat dripped unabashedly onto her designer hike tea-shirt. Yeah, I said it is 2, 200 steps, we are only at 450. They hobbled past, leaning on each other. I swung my walking sticks into gear and positively pranced up the next 3 steps.
The next interesting tourists were a gaggle of young European women (couldn’t place the language). They ponytailed past me with a plastic bag filled with chips and beer, a couple of small sleeping bags, and with smiling accented English informed me that they were camping at Muellers Hut tonight. I was gobsmacked and could only pray they survived. We all had a chuckle back at the camp that night when we saw them slink back into camp, ponytails between their legs. For those, like me that are unaware of Mueller’s Hut, all good, there are warning signs everywhere about what type of equipment needed to stay at the mountaineers refuge. And by the pictures on the interpretive signs, “mountaineer” doesn’t include climbing up a hill and taking selfies for Instagram in your best shorts, shirt and fashion mountaineering boots!
Back to those stairs and after the half-way celebration, my enthusiasm was slackening when I met an old Dutch man. He was using a slower (yes, true) pace than I and his doting son was with him chatting happily away. I was told later by the husband and daughter that they had made it to Mueller Hut, had lunch and were on their way back down! Now that is the type of support that gets you through hard times, well done Dutch son.
My beginning career as a free photographer started about 3/4 the way up the stairs with the first of many Asians asking me to take the photo that the 2 meter selfie pole mustn’t have been able to get. I loved the way that these young Asian couples were still immaculately dressed and hair in place. I didn’t love the over use of the camera, especially because it involved me and interfered with my important work of counting. They gestured very politely for me to move up and down the steps to get just the right angle. This left me trying to add and minus the stairs that I went up and down, and with my oxygen deprived brain, I was sure I made mistakes. This was vindicated when I arrived at the top having counted 2,300 steps!
A young Aussie family of Mum, Dad, and two sons rushed past at about the 7/8th point. Wow, they were keen! Dad had nearly EVERYTHING on his back, Mum had everything else and boys had energy. I could see they were determined that no children were going to stop them from adventuring! Hey they said as they buzzed past. About 15 minutes later, one of he sons comes running full pace down the stairs. What the… oh, as he wafted past I realised, a toilet or perhaps shower, maybe even a hose was needed and no amount of tissues was going to help. About 10 minutes later, subdued flushed parents and other son came along, head down, gritting their teeth.
Finally, I made the top and sat with the family having the most picturesque picnic ever imagined, interrupted only intermittently by my unpaid employment as Asian photographer. I mean seriously, why did they only ask me?
It was exhilarating so worth the effort.
Back at camp, just on dusk, we watched 2 young couples with supermarket plastic bags (the thick ones!) and 1 tent that you open the bag and toss it and it sets up. We wondered where they could put that up before dark on the never ending stairs? What made it OK was that the clothes that the women had on would impede their journey and they would be forced back to camp safety. This satisfied our anxiety enough to enjoy the spectacle. The women had hijab on and you could see tiny beautiful slip on be-sparkled shoes under the black. These alone would force them back, and not too long after our musings of “what are they thinking?!?” we saw them safely back in their hired 4 W Drive and heading to their motel.
Four years ago a test came back positive. I was going to have a baby and I had no idea how this was going to change my transport (amongst other aspects of my life). I had been cycling around like a free spirit and I knew this wasn’t going to be able to continue without a hitch. But what was going to happen? Was I going to give up and buy a massive sports utility vehicle and live my life high behind a steering wheel? Or would I work out ways to stay free of this disastrous cliche.
Well, this week I’ve taken buses, trains, bikes and most importantly my two feet many miles with the two cutest children. My eldest son can hail a bus, mind the gap to the train, ride a balance bike to the park and he can spot a pantograph. It hasn’t been an easy…