Twelve Short Of Tarcutta
I moved toward the next stop 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.
the next stop was where we were aiming, but the bigger feeling was that another distant name was becoming real under my feet.
Monday morning we start again, go through Gundagai and then to Sydney, via Canberra.
The body was part of the route planning by then. Feet, shoes, soreness, sleep, food and timing all had a say in what was possible.
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 54 kilometres, and the accumulated total sat at 4104.9 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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