I wasn’t at all sure how I was going to write about my hike along the Six Foot Track in the Blue Mountains of New South Wales over the Easter Weekend.
It was 45km (28 miles) long, over 2 and a half days. We camped en route.
‘Gruelling’ would be the word which best described it – the second day’s uphill 20km was unrelentingly tough, without much to distract our attention in the way of wildlife because of the ceaseless rain, although I did spot a very interesting colony of wasps under a big rock.
One woman hiking with her husband broke her leg (the only person on the track with a first aid kit was me and the only pain killers I had were Nurofen, so you can imagine how comfortable she was til the emergency services reached her).
Another guy out with two friends slipped a disk in his lower back, and most people were limping stiffly because of raw blisters or aching muscles by the end of day 2.
But still, I enjoyed it. No blisters for me (those new boots I bought are a marvel) and only minor aches, which must have been due to the yoga performed outside my tent each night… to the mingled amusement and derision of those nearby.
Even more importantly, neither my hiking partner nor I lost our sense of humour.
As a general rule, when I’m suffering I like to do it in silence and by myself, so having to do it whilst maintaining a veneer of civilized conversation was a test.
And I have NEVER been so happy to see a cold beer and a plastic chair as when we finally hobbled down into Jenolan Caves. 🙂