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Wednesday Feb 16, 2011 #
Trek (Overland Track) 6:00:00 [3] 14.2 km (25:21 / km)
shoes: Brooks Cascadia
Windemere to Pelion
I was damn itchy this morning and I suspect I am developing an allergy to icebreaker stuff. Which was a bit of a problem since most of the clothes I carried on the trek were icebreaker. The odd bit of rain was rolling through but nothing serious so we set off in the low cloud across some pretty spooky moorlands. Which then did a step change into rainforest. The vegetation didn’t believe in transition areas, it was all or nothing out there.
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Rach’s ankle had steadily been getting worse so we took lots of breaks today. After the first two days being pretty good track with lots of boarding in the wet areas we were starting to get into the less maintained areas and there was a fair bit of jumping around to keep our feet dry. We managed to avoid landing on the local wildlife at least
We stopped for lunch at Frog Flats and we were starting to get into the swing of relaxing walking and managed to boil the billy and have a cuppa for lunch. The next five groups had a similar idea so the mossies really got a smorgasbord of walkers to choose from.
I was actually enjoying going at a slow pace by now and really relaxing into the holiday. Rach was less enamoured by the rain forest, and in particular the roots of said forest laying all over the track so it was her turn to be looking forward to the end of the day.
We got a room to ourselves in the luxurious Pelion hut and I got my first good nights sleep of the walk, I was still catching up from the redeye flight I think. The view from the veranda wasn’t bad either
It was interesting staying in the bigger hut with lots of people to see how they were all set up. There were a coupled of ultra light minimalists but I was more impressed with the group of 7 young blokes who pulled out tins of tomatoes and chick peas for dinner, and the two young chicks who were both carrying packs bigger and heavier than mine. I figured it meant that Rach couldn’t complain about her featherweight pack. But she still did.
I was damn itchy this morning and I suspect I am developing an allergy to icebreaker stuff. Which was a bit of a problem since most of the clothes I carried on the trek were icebreaker. The odd bit of rain was rolling through but nothing serious so we set off in the low cloud across some pretty spooky moorlands. Which then did a step change into rainforest. The vegetation didn’t believe in transition areas, it was all or nothing out there.
Rach’s ankle had steadily been getting worse so we took lots of breaks today. After the first two days being pretty good track with lots of boarding in the wet areas we were starting to get into the less maintained areas and there was a fair bit of jumping around to keep our feet dry. We managed to avoid landing on the local wildlife at least
We stopped for lunch at Frog Flats and we were starting to get into the swing of relaxing walking and managed to boil the billy and have a cuppa for lunch. The next five groups had a similar idea so the mossies really got a smorgasbord of walkers to choose from.
I was actually enjoying going at a slow pace by now and really relaxing into the holiday. Rach was less enamoured by the rain forest, and in particular the roots of said forest laying all over the track so it was her turn to be looking forward to the end of the day.
We got a room to ourselves in the luxurious Pelion hut and I got my first good nights sleep of the walk, I was still catching up from the redeye flight I think. The view from the veranda wasn’t bad either
It was interesting staying in the bigger hut with lots of people to see how they were all set up. There were a coupled of ultra light minimalists but I was more impressed with the group of 7 young blokes who pulled out tins of tomatoes and chick peas for dinner, and the two young chicks who were both carrying packs bigger and heavier than mine. I figured it meant that Rach couldn’t complain about her featherweight pack. But she still did.