Wet Hills Out Of Melbourne
I moved toward Yea with the day's people, support, and small human moments giving the kilometres their shape.
Some days announced themselves through the weather before anything else.
Yea was where we were aiming, but the bigger feeling was that another distant name was becoming real under my feet.
The Kinglake area saw heavy loss of life and property, a thought which adds to the somewhat sombre mood of the weather.
Weather was never background on days like this. It decided layers, breaks, pace, mood, and how much energy I had left at the end.
That was the ordinary machinery underneath the big idea: feet doing their part, crew doing theirs, and the map changing a little by evening.
When the day was done, another 56.3 kilometres were behind me, and the accumulated total sat at 3697.4 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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