Back To Reality After Melbourne
I moved toward Bacchus Marsh with the day's people, support, and small human moments giving the kilometres their shape.
The pause had done its job, and then I had to step back into the rhythm of walking again.
Bacchus Marsh was where we were aiming, but the bigger feeling was that another distant name was becoming real under my feet.
Claudine stopped to say hello because of an amazing example of it being a small world…
Ols had parked up the camper, waiting for Ben and myself to complete a 15 km post-lunch session.
The van was parked at the end of the drive up to Claudine’s property, and so she checked everything was ok as she drove past.
By the time I stopped, 58.4 kilometres had been added to the crossing, and the accumulated total sat at 3544.4 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.