I may as well have drunk from a toilet and taken a selfie!

I had a Forest Gump moment and was done.

My plan was to walk north until the first car appeared and hitch back to civilisation to redesign the adventure.

But 4hrs and 20km later… the car didn’t stop, nor the next one, or the next.

Sobering.

The best worst week yet… 

I made a critical foot care error and have opened wounds on my feet.

I didn’t want to get my (only pair of hiking) socks wet from trudging through the snow… So I only wore my neoprene inners...ruined them… And now my feet looks something like Dad’s BBQ’d sausages – a total mess.

My faithful shoes died, I’m given almost new boots (!!) but my orthotics don’t fit in them…

So my week starts with new blisters and interruptions as I try to find ways to lace my boots, orthotics and wounds together, pain free. I couldn’t.

I’m walking for more days, longer distances and with a heavier pack.

Perfect timing for the spine of my pack to break from the overload. Every.single.step. the pack becomes more and more off center and I’m battling not to walk in circles. The rod begins to wedge itself into my back and I slowly descend into mental agony.

Stewing on it at night, I have a zip tie #MacGyverMoment and the next day it’s better.

I push on for a few days.

Next my hip becomes so inflamed I can barely tightening my hip belt. It’s the kind of pain you have to keep touching to check if it really is as bad as it is. So I take a day off.

I discover a fresh water beach with mountains and glacial backdrop. The scene is so pristine I gloated about it before settling in to rest, recover and take a few obligatory selfies.

I collect water and notice mildewie plant life floating in the water so I filter it just in case.

My filter isn’t filtering…

But I use the water anyway because Patagonia water is acclaimed for its purity.

I eat. Relax. And moments later a storm hits: “Mixed snow and rain, heavy winds”.

Instead of strolling along the beach with the wind in my hair… I cower in my tent for the day!

I start problem solving various issues and in particular have a win with my hip making an O-ring that will later take the pressure entirely away.

Mid innovation, I urgently need the toilet. Timed like a teenage joke, my tent zip jams and I can’t open the door! …

I burst out of my tent just in time… to not make it… and stand frozen, on my paradise beach, in a gale blown snow storm, half naked wondering what to do.

With as much grace as a running cow, I struggle  to the water. Unphased by the temperature in my state, I take a bath and wash my clothes (yep). #adventurelife

Grateful for privacy on my remote tranquil beach paradise I muse at the only circumstance toppable. A more public location… which is exactly what happens the next morning at a well used intersection!

It was still dark.

I find my depleted stash of toilet paper only to have it snatched from my hand by the wind.

Again, gracefully, I chase after it down the highway, pants around my ankles… cars rolling past.

Like Anne of Green Gables clutched to the bridge (tell me you remember this) I continue walking up the road, with my previous days undies drying from my pack, waving to onlookers…

Two days away is a service station. Motivated by the world’s only cure to everything I charge forward wondering how much chocolate I can buy with the money I have on me… And toilet paper.

Two days and a finely tuned grocery list later I arrive. $10 a bar! I don’t buy chocolate.

Instead I decide to have another attempt at a day off. I continue 20km further, divert off the track to an 800m wide lagoon.

It’s remote, there’s a wind shelter, it’s perfect. I arrive late, set up camp, go to collect water and… The lagoon isn’t a lagoon. It’s a silt sump.
I have no water.

Keen for a distraction and to review my plans, I decide this is the moment to use my spare power on music. I go to recharge my phone.

My solar panel is broken.

In the morning, I wake with renewed standards and collect water from a frozen over 4WD track off the side of the road.

The next water source is 30km on….

On the way something really mature happens.

My selfie stick breaks!

Suddenly I find myself asking one of life’s most important questions:

What is all this for?

I pull out the emergency Jelly Beans stash a girlfriend express posted me (for.this.exact.moment) and in a sugary euphoria, and with absolute certainty, I decide to quit.

So I flag down the fourth car, tip out my emergency mud water and head back to town sandwiched between two truck drivers.

On arrival I find out the tracker on my Beacon isn’t working. #MyPoorMother

It’s also a pretty tough blow for someone numerically motivated.

Disgruntled, and looking about as attractive as the possessed girl from The Ring, I’m sent to the doctor to have my crumbling body inspected.

The doctor tells me to toughen up. Fine.

In a side conversation with this cheery doctor I discover an interesting piece of trivia; my fresh water ocean paradise with mountain and glacial backdrop is the happy recipient of  the entire town sewerage run off.

Perfect.

Next item on my shopping list: better water purification!

Still I walk (with you)

Back online, I  read emails, notice social love in’s (likes, shares, comments) and am overwhelmed by people who donate enough to oblige me to get out there for another round…

Toughened up I’m grateful to be walking with a community! At times I’m so lonely I steal hugs from strangers.

Possibly I’m scary as hell!

So keep the love coming and share, react and write!

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How you can help

1. Grow support by liking and sharing my posts and social pages.

2. Give me feedback – I love the good, the bad and the ugly.

3. If you know anyone along my path who would happily offer me a shower… that’s probably best for everyone!

4. If you have ideas (photographic, social, or sponsor contacts), or want to hear about something in particular – go ahead and send me a message but keep in mind while I’m on the trail it may take a few days for me to get back to you.

5. You can donate hot chocolate, dinner… or a new shirt here.

Those of you who do this regularly – literally (and embarrassingly) tears of enjoyment.

Thank you!!! 😍

– but best of all,

6. Keep on reading!

Thanks for all your support – the primary reason why me and my depleted first-aid kit are still here!!!!

Big Love,

Lucy

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