Just putting my things up now and preparing to face a few more hours of mud until a road walk and – you guessed it, more mud! Plus a walk through a long stream-as-trail.
I must say, as birdsong fills alicoop, my quilt is perfect. It got down to 8 celsius and I was snug and warm.
But my gps is a huge power suck but I would never go in that muddy accident-waiting-to-happen area without SOS capability.
Oh, and camp shoes. So many ultra-lighters say don’t bother. This middle-aged wannabe asks how good y’all felt in the NZ bush without ‘em?
But now I’m packed, fed, heeded nature’s call and have to contend with my trail runners and socks. ‘Just do it’ runs through my mind. And you thought I was having a nice walk in the forest? ha!