Out Of Port Augusta
I moved toward Baroota rest area with the day's people, support, and small human moments giving the kilometres their shape.
Cheerio Port Augusta, and look out Adelaide, we’ll be seeing you on Friday!
Baroota rest area was where we were aiming, but the bigger feeling was that another distant name was becoming real under my feet.
Wow, just 60 parkruns to go and then we could run this coming Saturday!
Sydney via Peterborough is a very long way around…
The day lived in the small practical rhythm of the crossing: walking, waiting, checking in, eating, charging, sleeping, and setting up the next piece.
That gave me another 56 kilometres, and the accumulated total sat at 2597.5 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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