Police Lights And Silly Signage
I moved toward Koonibba rest area with the day's people, support, and small human moments giving the kilometres their shape.
By this stage, every day began with a negotiation between the plan and the body.
Koonibba rest area was the next useful stop. Out there, that was enough of a story: a name on the map, a workable place to stop, and another section of very large country behind me.
About 6:50am a vehicle pulled up and the flashing lights switched on to let me know it was the local police - they’d had a report of someone walking on the road and came out to investigate.
All was good, the report had failed to mention I was in high vis with a torch - the police officer wished me luck with the rest of the journey and he headed off back to the warmth, after letting me know it was minus one :) No photo or name though, fingers and brain were too numb.
We had lunch at Penong, and got excited about the presence of street lights, intersections, buildings other than the roadhouse, a school, oh and lots of windmills.
That gave me another 55.5 kilometres, and the accumulated total sat at 2013.4 kilometres.
That was the shape of so many HAA days: my feet doing the obvious work, and other people quietly making the impossible parts practical.
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