Thursday 22 Aug
A poem-ish reflection of a lovely arvo & evening…, then up, clean up cooking utensils and stove, pack, and on the way about 7am…
The fellow towing this rig slowed down going the other way, stopped & checked: “Want water, food, or anything?” Nup. Ok. And off we both went again.
Thanks bloke. And to the focus of that bloke-us. What a difference it makes to life to bump into the salting through our race of people who act like this…
It was hot out in the sun. i had 3 breaks today. (From memory, ~10:30am; 1:30pm, and 4pm, still for ¾hr or an hour, with my feet up, and the rest of me in at least dappled shade,) but then walked on after sunset. Sang songs out loud and told stories out loud, to the bush. Till I made ~30 km for the day, at about 8:30 pm. Then made camp, washed, ate a can of cold soup, and bed by ~9:30pm.
Second day of a bit of a sore tooth when crunching trail-mix..
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