I’ve been planning on doing this run for ages and finally got a chance, the OK from the Boss and could also use it as a training session for the Marathon Trail Lago di Como. Plotted the route on Strava, made plans on nutrition and hydration, packed some mandatory safety gear (over here it’s minimal) hoping to have some cold beer en route, as well.
Via Rusconi in the early morning
The narrow via Rusconi was dead, but well lit as I stepped out of the building on this balmy morning. I was glad I listened to Otto about leaving early – it seemed it’s going to be a hot day.
It got warm very quickly as I was going up to Brunate. Haven’t seen anyone until I got there. [Note to self: don’t take rubbish as reference point – it sometimes gets taken away]
It was so silent in Brunate – only one man walking his dog. The square before the church was empty – usually full of tourists. Took the turn towards S Maurizio along the narrow road. Few cars passed me, one of them had two hunters grinning at me (their clothing was a dead giveaway).
I took a wrong turn in S Maurizio. Went down a narrow track, two German Shepherds made a big noise as I passed, then nearly ran into a fence. Turned left and kept running when I noticed a young deer – beautiful sight!! Then I realised the track ends, climbed back, past the loud dogs to check out the right way… which of course was in plain sight if I would’ve taken a few more steps to see the sign.
This was so remote and beautiful
The wide cobbled track took me through a very tall pine forest, then I passed Baita Carla (it was closed), then up to Pizzo Tre Termini and Monte Astele. Kept looking at my watch and checking if I was on track. I was also getting quite warm and wished something was open along the way before the bigger climbs. When I saw Baita Boletto Fabrizio, I thought I’d give it a go. Lady was setting up for breakfast (the Baita is also a place where one can sleep), I asked her if I could have a small cold beer. She looked at me strangely first, then said yes, of course and opened a small can of misty Perroni. I paid (pulled out a 50 euro note, she wasn’t happy about it, but in the end it was ok), had the beer, used the (very clean) toilet and got back onto the track.
It was a beautiful morning, took lots of shots, and saw a few people (even trail runners!! Serious ones, of course) as I was going up Monte Bolettone. Had a chat with two guys (they were doing a smaller circuit) – they were a bit shocked about the course I chose (Como to Bellagio) and about me coming from Australia. They were really nice, though.
There were options…
On this trip I asked myself quite a few times why on earth I chose to take the highway (dorsale per cresta), when there are perfectly good trails along the contour lines. For the challenge, of course.
At some point I could hear some bells. Like cow bells. Then I saw two dogs running around, they were hunting dogs. I recognised the two grinning guys from the car in S Maurizio in the morning. They recognised me, too “la signora we saw from the macchina”. I have seen a few more hunters during this trip, but haven’t seen any guns with them. To be completely honest, I worried (more than once) about a wild boar popping out from nowhere… could see their marks everywhere in the forest.
There were lots of people (compared to no one earlier) on the following section. On the way up to Monte Palanzone I met Lumo (if I can recall his name correctly). He is a gentleman in his mid to late sixties. He didn’t speak English, but we understood each other. We both agreed that a cold beer would be nice. He did a very kind gesture, he gently stroke my face as a way of saying “you crazy beautiful thing”. Wished each other a buona giornata and went the opposite ways.
At around Monte Bul I realised those fontanas must be dry or far far away… only took 1 l of sugary water with me, no fruit and it was getting pretty hot. I planned to take a detour to Comei, to the restaurant if I found nothing else before that. Spoke/messaged with Otto a few times. Didn’t tell him I was running low on water – he would’ve panicked.
As I was approaching the road, could run on asphalt downhill (not fun, but the thought of a cold beer was very appealing) and could see the restaurant from above on my right. Cars, motorbikes, road bikes, walkers… busy place. My feet were still recovering from dancing the night away at the wedding two days ago. It’s all about conditioning, right?!
Walked into the pub, the 12 pairs of eyes sitting around the table, having a drink and a great (loud) discussion, turned towards the strange woman with a pack, asking for a birra (grande!!) and a bottle of water. The young guy at the counter didn’t speak English, but was very nice. He offered to fill my flasks with cold water, too. Toilets in these places are really clean, so worth paying for that beer (or whatever liquid one drinks).
I knew there is another climb after this, so I also had one of the sandwiches I packed. It was really hot by that time. Told Otto it’s all good and got back onto the trail. It’s amazing what a cold beer can do!!
The climb went through the forest for a while, I had the bottle of cold water first, then I was back in the open and the climb was getting steeper. I could see Mount San Primo towering afar, behind Mount Lot.
By the time I got up to Mount Lot, I wished I could have another beer (or two).
I was about half way up Mt St Primo, needed to get up to that cross
Mount San Primo (on the crest) is a true beast. Had to stop pretty much after every 10 steps to take a breather. At some point it got so steep that I felt I’ll just roll back down. The long grass covered the ground and didn’t provide much footing or stability, either. I could see people hiking along the Cima del Costone and some up at San Primo.
When I finally made it to the top, I was surprised by the number of hikers up there. They were eating, talking, laughing, taking pictures… in fact I’ve come to learn that this is what people do here. They get up on a mountain, change into dry shirts, pull out the food, drinks (yes, drinks), eat, talk, spend some time there before heading down. They don’t rush. They enjoy the view and simply being up there.
The cross I had to reach
Well I didn’t have this luxury. Had to get to Bellagio by about 4 pm, because Otto was waiting for me with dry clothes and a possibility to eat and have a beer. We were also locked by the ferry or bus timetable. Otherwise we would’ve been stuck in Bellagio for the night or get back to Como by taxi.
The other side of San Primo was equally steep and also slippery with rocks and tree roots. Many people hiking it from the other side (there was a car park nearby), all huffing and puffing, just like me not that long ago. I nearly landed on my bum once, did a FOOSH (Falling On Out Stretched Hand) instead. Then ran along people’s back yards, saw a fountain, cold, fresh water. I refilled my flasks and washed my face. Otto called and asked how far I was. Told him about 1:30 – 2 hours away… he didn’t seem too happy about it.
Rifuggio Martina was buzzing with happy people as I passed it. If I wouldn’t have promised Otto to get there in about 2 hours, I would’ve stopped for a beer – it was so inviting and I was running low on energy. I was supposed to get onto another crest via a track from a corner, but it was fenced away with electric cables (for grazing buffalos)… scratched my head as I did the up and down trip to double check, then continued on the road, hoping I’ll just figure it out. I started to see the red and white signs that could take me to Bellagio. Here, they don’t display kms, but the time needed to get there. Sometimes I could see the same amount of time on signs that were about 20 minutes apart… so very “reliable”.
The slippery track that I have enjoyed so much
I stopped at a corner, where there were two signs pointed to Bellagio: one said 40 min and the other said 1 hr 10 (the latter also said Bellagio Imbarcadero). I surely chose the first option, thinking I’ll get there in about half an hour. A lady told me that it’s not a good track because it’s all slippery rocks (she clearly didn’t like the idea), but I went down that path anyway. It was stunning!! True, it was slippery, but beautiful. Here I did end up on my bum. Spoke to Otto, who started to come to meet me. Asked him to go back, as I don’t know where I’d get into Bellagio.
Giardini di Villa Melzi
That path took me to a village where the signs suddenly stopped and the boys on a tractor hastily pointed into a direction… Followed that, which was strange, because it was going uphill and I was supposed to go downhill. Saw a farmer, he said I could go either way, it’s about the same – 3 kms. I ended up on the road that must have been the 1 hr 10 version. I could run from there and soon I was in San Giovanni (the St Antonio fountain was a blessing with its cold, fresh water), then in front of Giardini di Villa Melzi. Otto asked me to wait for him there, then changed in the toilet (6.50 euro for the entry into the gardens – so beautiful!!) then walked around in the park while Otto took pictures of a hungry and very thirsty me.
We walked around in Bellagio a little, then sat down and had a beer and two tiny pizzettas (not sure if he was trying to piss me off, I could’ve eaten a horse). Haven’t seen much on the ferry, on the way to Como, kept falling asleep. The horn of the ferry went off at every wedding along the coast (at least 8) and people were cheering.
Quick shower so we can catch up with the newlyweds for dinner.
I have scored a CR on this course, but only because out of the 6 people I was the only crazy woman to take the dorsale per cresta to Mt San Primo.
Total distance: 40.75 km Max elevation: 1637 m Min elevation: 207 m Total climbing: 2775 m Total descent: -2759 m Total time: 09:21:14
What a ride!! I need one of these each week 🙂
Pack was heavier than usual (change clothes, I took the train from Parra) and my legs felt heavy for the first few kms. This time I read the sings and was really happy that Wentworth Pass was open. Tried to pick up the track on the other side of the falls but it disappeared so I had to scramble back over the rocks and get onto the track from there.
From the Vera Falls turn off there was a man I saw on the train in the morning – and he pointed out that the track is the other way (he wanted me to get onto Robertson Pass for some reason). Told him I am going down to Vera Falls. He looked at me like I was nuts and weird. I really hoped he won’t come back to follow me.
The trail was just amazing from there nearly to the falls, then it became less traveled with the pink ribbons that lead me back onto Wentworth Pass. This was the most remote bit, haven’t seen anyone.
I had a plan when I decided to do this run, but ended up not following it, going wherever I pleased instead.
Running in the Blue Mountains means hopping over rocks, scrambling over rocks, climbing stairs (steep ones), descending stairs, getting over or under fallen trees, taking a ton of pictures, stopping for a good look at a stunning view… catching one’s breath (did I mention those steep steps and ladders?!), getting around tourists, dodging roots and scratchy branches and every now and then a sweet, rolling single track 🙂 here you can forget about pace and elevation IT DOESN’T MATTER!
Map
Total distance: 19.19 km Max elevation: 897 m Min elevation: 344 m Total climbing: 857 m Total descent: -831 m Total time: 03:12:14
My fingers are just starting to thaw and the shivering has stopped – all thanks to a nice serve of scotch.
Taking Riverside Rd/Kelly Rd was a great idea – thank you my friend, you know who you are.
It was a pleasant air when I started, then it gradually got cooler, then freezing. I could not find one dry square cm on my body.
Took plenty of pictures on the outbound leg, until it started raining and I realised I have to step on it if I want to finish before it gets dark. I had the torch with me but I didn’t want to run that track with it.
So much mud, it just wasn’t funny! Might as well register for Tough Mudder 😀 That “dangerous creek crossing” lived up to its name this time (didn’t bother with photos, sorry). First step went straight into mid leg deep mud, the rocks were under water… no dry crossing here. Both ways!!
So many fallen trees, some with leaves which was a pain in the ass to get through/around/under/over. Tripped several times, hit the back of my legs (the Achilles tendon was the most painful), slipped and fell on one of the board bridges (no chicken wire on it and it was too late by the time I realised), then a couple of more times when trying to get over fallen trees – they were slippery, cold and piercing.
Saw a few lyre birds, about 7 youngsters at Stirling’s Camp Ground – said hello when I passed the first time, but they completely ignored me on the return leg.
Damn leeches got me!! Kept checking and getting rid of them whenever I could, but one had a good feast of my blood, had to remove it with salt when I got back to the car.
Have no idea why the GPS did what it did, it happened when I stopped to reply to Otto’s text once I was back on the road.
Did 15 push ups at every 5 kms up to 30 kms – after that it was racing the time.
Oh, and I backed into the bench when I was leaving…
Map
Total distance: 60.01 km Max elevation: 823 m Min elevation: 160 m Total climbing: 1343 m Total descent: -1304 m Total time: 08:58:06
Beautiful day for this!
Did a few “discoveries” at the start, but got the hang of it by the end.
Was it easy? Nope. Did it hurt? Yeeees! Did I enjoy it?! Oh yeah!!
Took a million pics on the way there along with the wrong turns (OK, little ones).
That uphill is a killer, and so is the ground under foot – hit the back of my legs more than I care to remember and it hurt. A lot. Many f-bombs exploded today.
Lots of fallen trees to get under, over or around.
The only people I saw were the young guy driving the Forest Management ute (second time I’ve seen the ute was close to the checkpoint we manned in March, he was with another young mate) and 3 women with lots of children close to the Ada Tree.
Up to 40 kms, I’ve stopped at every 5, dropped down and rewarded myself with 10 pushups (resulted in muddy hands, but who cares).
On the uphill I have already imagined how I am going to slide down on my butt… didn’t happen.
On the way back the wind picked up and became quite scary. A branch landed 1 m in front of me.
The Gear
Nutrition/Hydration
The Course
Total distance: 47.08 km Max elevation: 850 m Min elevation: 212 m Total climbing: 1773 m Total descent: -1697 m Total time: 07:40:57
Wanted to do Razorback 40 today, but picked the wrong day for it (yes, checked the mountain weather). The gear we wear and carry at the Alpine events won’t cut it in these conditions.
I was really looking forward to sliding down on my ass on Bon Accord Spur.
It was raining when I pulled into the parking lot, a bit further to another car. Geared up while talking to Otto, then took off. At the trailhead I signed into the book, also checked who else is up there – last person was 3 days ago, so it’s only me.
Got wet and sloshy quite early, tried to slow-run as much as I could (considering the gear I was wearing) but felt a bit sluggish. Didn’t sleep much last night (maybe 1 full hour?!), woke up at 12.45 to get going ASAP. The rain on the way coming here was tiring, too – needed way more concentration than when the conditions are dry and using cruise control was out of question.
A bit muddy…
A bit after Tobias Gap I spotted patches of snow, then a bit more… and more… until my feet sank into it way above the ankles. Brought the poles, thinking I’ll need them on the Razorback – just in case I need to poke the snow. They ended up as extra weight to carry at the end.
Took photos – couldn’t just not take those shots and my hands and feet started to get very cold in the process. The wind picked up in more open areas and it was really cold.
At some point it seemed like someone switched the lights on. Yeah!! A little bit of sun!! Unfortunately it was very short lived, but I spotted sunshine on patches on the Razorback and thought “that’s what I want to see a bit closer!!”
It gets deeper…
By the time I passed the turnoff to the spring, it was clear that I won’t make it along the Razorback. The shoes, the socks and the gloves got wet – no way they would work in that cold. I promised Otto, that I will only continue if it’s not risky, otherwise I’ll turn around at Federation Hut. As I was getting closer to the hut, the wind got even chillier and the snow deeper. It was quite hard to lift my legs and keep the balance uphill.
When I finally reached the hut, I took a few photos (which I regretted a bit later) and went in. Had some snow on my clothes, couldn’t shake it off before I stepped in, so it ended up on the floor.
In the hut
Changed into the dry[er] gear I carried with me while shivering and trying to eat a rice paper roll. My fingers and toes were totally numb, should’ve brought those hand warmers we got at AC. It wasn’t much warmer in there, only not windy. I needed to get moving as soon as possible. Looked around for a broom to clear up the snow, but couldn’t find any.
Going down was a bit of hit and miss in the bigger snow, fell a few times, but didn’t hurt 😊 it was much better when it was a bit shallower and even better when my fingers, nose and finally toes thawed. Really enjoyed that bit, it was great fun.
Then back to mud and rocks and green – which of course had its own beauty and pros. I was trying to avoid everything shiny, but I managed to step onto a slippery rock and did a slide like the roller boarders. I was really happy that I didn’t end up in the valley 😃
At some point I saw a colour that didn’t fit into the picture. Figured there must be people… there were two hikers. Young guys with big back packs and geared for the occasion. Had a few words with them, showed them the pictures and then wished them all the best. They asked me if I was jogging all the way up, and down 😃 told them mostly down.
At the trail head I signed myself out, then dragged my bum to the car – it was still raining…
It was a mix of sunshine, dark grey sky, rainbow and lots of showers on the way home. Came on the back roads and around Lima I drove under the rainbow, which was pretty special 😊
The whole day was definitely something different 😉
Map
Total distance: 23.47 km Max elevation: 1739 m Min elevation: 497 m Total climbing: 1326 m Total descent: -1339 m Total time: 04:19:51
I was fighting falling asleep in the back of the cab on my way home from the Monash BASE facility at around 3:40 this morning.
Got home at 3:50, there was no point falling asleep. Freshened up with a shower and two double espressos, made a smoked trout and avocado sandwich for recovery food and a toast with avocado before I leave.
Was rolling out of the garage at 4:53 an looking forward to catch the sunrise on the top…
Lots of cars coming from the opposite direction, some of them so blinding.
“Silence Must Be Heard” was playing in my ears and head ever since I was on the treadmill and thinking about doing Mt St Leonard. I was really looking forward to the silence there.
Pulled up in the usual spot, geared up and got going. I could feel the point where blood was drawn earlier at every elbow flexion. Wore the head torch but didn’t use it (at all), the moon provided enough light and I quite enjoyed that… until I saw a torch coming from Condons Tk while I turned towards the aqueduct. First I thought it was a runner, but it was moving too smoothly (no bouncing), then I thought it’s a bicycle… then I saw it moving like a hand torch… that was a bit weird! I kept running (maybe a bit faster), looking back in which direction is going. It was kind of scanning the bush and headed in the same direction as me. This got me a bit worried. I was calculating if this person wants to hurt me, what are my chances?! If I turn back to the car at the intersection, he/she can cut it short and get me from the left. If I manage to get back to the car, he/she might already wait there… I decided to keep going, but couldn’t help looking over my shoulder every 20 meters. Interestingly, I didn’t trip or sprained my ankle.
It was really good to hit the ground and feel the traction and rocks under my feet. My sympathetic nervous system must have been working to its full capacity, otherwise there was no way I could run this fast.
The colours of autumn on the last stretch
On my way up on the steeper bit I was thinking about coming back on the downhill. I will surely feel tired at some point and may feel I have no energy. Considering the circumstances, it’s perfectly OK to feel that way, will just slow down and put one foot in front of the other. The goal is to do it (no sleep and tired legs).
I found it strange that the gate to the Telstra tower was open. Called Otto, took a few shots and headed back, because it was so windy and cold.
I didn’t get the beautiful sunrise and/or the silence, but I got my mountain fix. A bit of fresh air and nature is magic 😊
Total distance: 20.95 km Max elevation: 1041 m Min elevation: 110 m Total climbing: 1171 m Total descent: -1190 m Total time: 03:04:03
Wow!! Where do I start?! It was one of the most memorable
runs (or rather treks) that I have ever done. This is one of those courses,
that would swallow you and spit you out – several times.
Drove up bright and early to Mt Buller on Friday morning, I
promised to be there by 9:30. Easy drive, got there with about 13 minutes to
spare. As I walked into HQ I was greeted by Chris [Ord] and Andy [Payne]. They
told me we will be taking off to Lovick’s at 11.
I met Debbie, Shane, Shaun, Lucas, Jacquie and Jacyntha in the comms area. Thought that’s really interesting, so I hung around there for a while, listening to what’s going on, Shane and Shaun being briefed by Lucas… unless one hasn’t been on the “other” side of the fence, would never know how much effort, what kind of co-ordination goes into an event like this. In fact, the helicopter rescue of Paul [Edwards] was the best display of the kind of readiness the crew has been prepared for.
Brought my gear in. I only took the “essentials” (sleeping
bag, mat, tent, another set of clothes for tomorrow), but the bag – of the
massage table, as this was the only one big enough to house all that and
waterproof – felt so huge!
Soon Kelly, then Al arrived. We got fitted with the radios,
given the PLBs and the trackers, then at around 11 we got into Matt’s 4WD and
took off. That ride was quite a rodeo – I really loved it. We were chatting
away while sometimes airborne in the back of the Toyota. When we were about 9
minutes from Lovick’s, we saw a runner. He was really struggling. Stopped and
gave him a few words of encouragement. He was Matty Munroe (more about him
later), then later another team. It turned out one was Al’s team mate from the
year before. We thought none of these people will make the cutoff at Lovick’s.
And how wrong we were?!
Lovely vollies and the water choices at Lovick’s
Got to Lovick’s had some food and drink at the aid station –
everyone was so lovely!! Found out that Robbie (another team mate of Al’s) is
pulling out (kidney problems) and he is getting married on Mt Speculation
tomorrow… Wow!! What a way and place to do that!!
Matty and the other team rolled in, which was awesome. Matty
kept going, the team stayed the night.
Matty and Al
At 2:00 pm we got started. It was quite warm and we were
going uphill (definitely not my forte). Kelly and Al were doing it so easy, I
was really struggling. The pack was heavier than usual, my legs are way shorter
and I do need about 2 kms to “warm up”. So I soon found myself lagging at the
back. We caught up with Matty and walked with him for a while, taking pictures
and not believing our luck!! There were so many “Wow!! How beautiful this is?!”
that can’t even count them. Kelly went ahead to make sure the cutoffs are met,
while Al and I were encouraging Matty. He was unbelievable!!
Lucas asked Al to change the battery in the repeater on Mt
Howitt. While Al did that, I went after Matty, who grew wings and got to
Ganter’s with about 20 mins to spare. Al caught up with me and we saw the
oncoming runners leaving Ganter’s – Georgie [Mungcal] and Peter, Bich
[Jennings], Sabrina and her team mate, Jo [Noosgard] and Martine and a few
more.
At Ganter’s we checked in (these vollies are just awesome!),
Matty was sitting there and told us he’d be pulling out at Mt Speculation… Al
was amazing with putting some hope into him.
Paul being lifted in the chopper
We could hear on the radio that a runner is injured, on the
trail and Shane and Shaun are to run in with all the first aid stuff. When I
heard “andrenaline kit”, I thought this has to be bad… then the helicopter was
mobilised… we could shortly hear it approaching. I told Al earlier about my
chopper ride a year ago. We caught up with Georgie and Peter, then Matty and a
few more runners before the incident and were really close when Paul was
finally lifted into the chopper. Kelly was there with him and signalled us to
stay put and down, which we all did. Everyone was filming the rescue, it was so
incredible!
After the helicopter left, we started moving. Kelly went
ahead first, then Shane, Shaun too, while we were moving with the troops.
Sunset from Crosscut Saw
The sunset was just incredible over Crosscut Saw. Al and I
couldn’t get enough of taking pictures and being amazed by it. We caught up
with another Matt we followed into the checkpoint. I tried to cheer him up with
“the Power”, it only worked for a few steps. That climb on the rock (where the
rope is) was quite hairy, but I loved it!
We got to Mt Speculation and saw Matty sitting there. Heard
Bich pulled out here. I was looking around, but couldn’t see her. Had a coke (something
I haven’t had for a very long time), some chips and took a banana with me. I’ve
put on my jacket, I felt a bit cold, but soon after we started running (not
much of this was happening), I had to take it off. We soon caught up with
Georgie and Peter. Georgie was walking funnily, she had a huge blister on one
of heels. I held her pack for a few moments while she checked the blister –
gee, that was heavy!! No wonder her back was hurting on Crosscut Saw.
We caught up with Jo and Martine soon and walked with them
all the way to King’s. I realised my phone is close to flat and I have
forgotten the cable in the car… had the charger in the pack at King’s, but no
cable. I mentioned this when walking with Jo and Martine. Jo offered her
charger if the cable is good. It WAS!! (I charged the phone all the way to
King’s – thanks so much Jo!!).
The moon was so beautiful, shiny and big!! Took a few shots,
unfortunately they are not that good.
At the Muesli Spur turnoff Georgie and Peter took off, so it
was the four of us struggling down Muesli. At the beginning I didn’t understand
what everyone’s problem is with this track… well, if someone has done that many
kilometres, and that much elevation no wonder. Another track that I consider
even tougher is the one leading down from Mt Solitary in the Blue Mountains.
Once you did that, Muesli doesn’t seem that bad.
It was around 1:00 am by the time we arrived to King’s. All the vollies were just unbelievably amazing there! It was lovely to see Danny Edmunds and Darren (whom I’ve not recognised – so sorry!!). I had some rice and a sausage, a chicken noodle and a beer. Wasn’t really looking forward to set the tent up in the dark… when one lady (so sorry, can’t remember her name. Might be Connie) said that our tents (the sweepers’) is already up. They also helped out Georgie and Peter and Jo and Martine with their tents.
I cleaned up a bit, put on the spare thermal top and was
really looking forward to my first sleep in this brand new sleeping bag on the
brand new sleeping mat in a brand new tent 😊 (yes, we went to Kathmandu with Otto on
Wednesday and bought the bag and mat, while the tent was lent to me by Tash –
thanks heaps Tash). Tried to call Otto,
but had no service. Sent him an SMS, hoping it will push through, as he was
waiting for my call. Set the alarm to 4:45, as we were supposed to be ready to
go by 6:00 am, with the runners leaving between 5 and 6.
I didn’t lay out the mat in time, so it didn’t get the
chance to self-inflate… thought stuff it, just sleep! The noises around the
fire diminished, people went to bed, except for the person who kept the fire
going.
Then I heard the snoring. Al was exhausted and must have
slept on his back.
Didn’t sleep, tossed and turned and wished I’d brought that
inflatable pillow… used the spare clothes but that didn’t really work.
Then I heard noises around the fire, people started talking,
laughing, chatting, blowing the fire… looked at the time. It was 4:35. Got
dressed, out of the tent. People were so nice and cheerful, in spite of the 1-2
hours of sleep. Caught up with Shane [Winzar] around the fire, I was so happy
he was going this well. I went down to the creek, washed my face, neck and
arms. If I knew it’s this accessible, would’ve come down before going to bed –
it would’ve made a huge difference.
It bothered me that I couldn’t brush my teeth, but I was
prepared for this, so just had to go with it.
Had some water, two slices of bread with butter and vegemite
a “short black” (very strong Blend 43), more water, then packed my stuff. Lady
told me not to worry about the tent, they’d do it for me. I felt like I’ve hit
the jackpot!! I woke Al up at 5:22 so he can get ready, as well.
The runners started to leave the camp site. Darren told me
there are two who are still in their tent. He went to let them know they have
30 minutes to get ready. Then pretty much every 5 minutes he went back trying
to get hem going. I think Emilie checked with HQ, they weren’t allowed to
continue if they haven’t left by 6. I went to the tent and realised it was Jo
and Martine. I felt like kicking myself for not getting them out in time. True,
they both had very sore legs and feet, but still…
We got ready and at 6:08 we got started. We were going to cross the creek, so I took off my shoes. I didn’t want to risk the blisters – had to be as injury-free as possible to be able to support others. After a little jog, the climb started. And it went on and on right until Craig’s Hut. We saw some of the sunrise, pity there were clouds but the views were amazing. So many berries!! Every now and then we munched on them (especially me). As Al said it doesn’t get any more organic than this.
We caught up with Meg and Trent, the young couple we ended
up following all the way to the finish line. Craig’s Hut was showering in the
sun’s orange rays – so beautiful!!
At the checkpoint we had instant noodles, some chips and I filled up one of my 250 ml bottles with coke. Said good bye to the lovely family mending it, then took off.
I didn’t remember this track going all up and up. True it
was 3 years ago, but still… Trent had a torn ligament (I think there was more
than one) on his left leg, so the uneven terrain and everything downhill was
really hard for him, yet he soldiered on. It was really nice to get to know
them, lovely people.
Next checkpoint was Mt Stirling. I was looking forward to
catching up with Karen and my running buddy. Everyone was so cheerful there! Rebecca
gave me a Hut2Hut sticker and lit up the checkpoint pronto. I had help with
filling up my 250 ml plastic bottle with coke (I had the rest on the spot).
Hugs, then off we went, knowing Meg and Trent were not that far away ahead of
us.
We caught up with them on Mt Stirling at the trig. Took a
few shots, tried to call Otto – the service was quite patchy – then headed
downhill (saw a dirt bike rider!).
As we were walking on the dusty 4WD track, Meg slipped and as she fell, she swung her pole straight into my face. The tip hardly missed my eye, I thought it’s very bad at first, but after a few seconds I realised it’s OK; it was bleeding, but the eye didn’t get damaged.
Could tell Trent was really hurting on this section, yet
they somehow stepped on it and got to the Howqua Gap checkpoint a few minutes
before us.
Oh, something interesting!! We heard a 4WD (Ford Ranger)
coming. Its rego was EW1NG. Al goes “Dallas!” and I started to nanana the tune.
They stopped and took them a while to realise what that was all about.
At Howqua Gap I really loved the Dettol next to the toilet –
lovely touch. Talked to Veronica (found out about 5 minutes into the
conversation who she is), who told me that I saved them (her and Jenny
Rickards) from going down the road at the Lightstation at the Prom last year. I
didn’t recall that, but it feels really good to be remembered this way.
I had a few pieces of chips and a small apple.
Only about 8 kms to the finish line – we told Meg and Trent and we took off onto the sweet MTB single track. It would’ve made for a much better experience if we all had fresh legs here, but we were there to finish so we went on. It felt like we’ll never get there and it started to get warmer and warmer… on one of the trails I saw two MTBers who greeted me by my name. Took me a little while, but I recognised Lesa and Tomie Muir. Tomie pedalled on, but Lesa stopped for a hug and a short chat. What a small world!!!
Why is the course going around the village???!! It’s like
having a lollie in front of you but you can’t reach it. In spite of that Trent
was able to do some short runs, which was simply amazing. We saw Georgie and
Peter on the way up to the top, they were already heading down. I was so
thirsty, couldn’t wait for something cold and fluid at the finish.
On the top we saw a couple sitting down, enjoying the view.
Meg and Trent took a page each from the book in the container, I took a few
shots of them, then we headed down. Al was again so awesome with encouraging
them, hats off to him!
On the concrete, our steps felt so differently, but the goal
was so close now. It was really fulfilling as we watched this young couple go
through the finish line hand in hand, finishing 100 of those cruel kms, with
Trent doing his very first ultra!!
We were greeted by the RDs at the finish. They both thanked
us for what we did, but frankly I was more grateful for the opportunity to
experience all this and I think so was Al.
Handed back the radio, PLB and tracker, talked to Bich, then
realised I was thirsty, so I had water, asked for a noodle, went to get my
stuff from the car, gave a hug to and thanked Al, cleaned up a little, changed,
had the noodle, wanted to call Otto (no service), got my gear (it felt so
heavy!!), said good bye and got going.
Once off the mountain, I managed
to talked to Otto. The drive home is a bit patchy, 33 C really made it so much
harder to stay 100% alert, but I made it.
The tide looked perfect at Sealers, it was supposed to be showers and wind during the day. Today it was about testing a few things in adverse conditions.
Had new wheels (those didn’t need testing, as I had similar before and it was great)
New Lululemon top – ran in this at Mt Donna, but wanted to see what it is like on a long(er) distance
The new Salomon Agile 12 Set Lightweight Hydration Backpack – wanted to see how comfortable it is on a long run, how I could store stuff in it and if it’s as waterproof as the description says. Couldn’t have much food in the pockets (they aren’t big enough for this purpose), so I used the Ay Up’s fanny pack for storing the Bloks, rice paper rolls and protein bars. The packet of tissues ended up here, as well.
I started out with the thermals and the waterproof jacket and got warm very quickly, took the thermals off before I reached Telegraph Saddle car park. Had to keep the jacket on because it was very windy. Of course I took it off and put it back on a few times during the day, which seemed like a total waste of time.
Sealers
I expected a dark, wet and windy day… it was absolutely stunning all the way to the Lighthouse. The track to Sealers was soft and great to run on, not much mud to get around. The first peak at Sealers!!! Love that view! Then Refuge Cove Nth with its golden sand!! When I got there I remembered the very first time I’ve been here and couldn’t resist getting into the water. The camp sites were empty, not a soul, which was quite strange, but I didn’t mind.
The water at Refuge Cove was pretty dark – must have been quite some rain there earlier. The view from the boulder above it was nevertheless stunning. The rest of the beaches were all brilliant blue – I took so many pictures, it’s not funny. I also found myself stopping and even going back to have another look at these views. I don’t think the pictures make them justice, they have to be seen with the naked eye.
Vodafone must have been doing some upgrades because I had next to no connection. Otto was worried because he couldn’t follow me on Strava (he didn’t even get the link, LiveTrack didn’t start). Restarted my phone twice, sometimes it works, but not today. Anyway, I’ve messaged him hoping that eventually he’ll get it. On the way up to Kersops Peak, there is always a section where the internet works. Got a 3G with no bars for a few seconds but that wasn’t enough. Up at the junction, I saw two backpacks on the ground, their owners must have gone up to the summit and didn’t want to carry the heavy stuff.
I usually have a date at this point, this time I missed it and headed downhill.
Waterloo Bay Nth
Waterloo Bay Nth was stunning!! Then at Little Waterloo Bay (which is equally beautiful) I saw the very one person I bumped into my entire day out there – a half-naked youngster with a round hat women would wear. Said hello and wished each other a nice day as I was passing. When I was up at the Decision Rock I thought today is too nice to cut it short, so Lighthouse it is!!
I was so looking forward for a dip at Waterloo Bay!! Could see the blindingly white sand from a fair distance… Everything was beautiful and great until I got there. The little delta was big, which meant no dry crossing here. I went down on the right side first to see if I could hop over the rocks, but that proved a no go – the little rock in the middle was in the water and clearly slippery. Went back and down the left (haven’t been this way for ages), went through the tight spot between two rocks, then figured if I could prop myself against that rock and could do one step without trussing against the other two which were about a meter apart, I could make it onto the sand without getting my shoes wet. This is when I slipped. Right foot straight into the water with a series of deep scratches that took the skin off and caused some not so nice bruises. Not a pretty sight. Left foot cramped which immobilised me for a few minutes. Skin off on both palms… Sat there until I could move, seemed forever.
Waterloo Bay in all its glory
First things first: had to wash off the blood, then took my clothes off behind a cliff (at least it wasn’t windy there) and went into the freezing cold water hoping the salty water would stop the bleeding… not really. This part of the beach was not sun kissed, therefore quite cold. I’ve put my clothes back on (shivering), then started running along the beach. The sand was compact enough to permit that and the sight of the crystal clear water took my mind off the bleeding wound and the burning of my palms. I sat down at the beach exit to put my socks and shoes back on when Otto rang. Gave him a sitrep, then I headed up.
I realised the bushes will scratch my already hurting wounds, so I pulled out the “first aid kit”. Not enough patches and even if I put them on, I’d cover some parts with the sticky part which would make it a pain in the ass taking them off. I pulled out the triangle bandage and loosely bandaged it. Only lasted a few steps, then again… and again, until I had enough and took it off. From here on, every single grass, bush or shrub that touched it, really hurt.
I started to feel the extra weight I’ve stuffed into the pack, my back was feeling it.
Looking towards Sth Point on the way to the Lighthouse
The weather was beginning to turn as I was going from the junction towards the Lighthouse. Strong winds have made for a not so friendly ocean. My friend was right about the extreme weather warnings – they were kicking in.
The cramps I got in my left calf when I fell still didn’t go away making the hike up to the Lighthouse really painful. I was looking forward to filling up and having some water. Had 250 ml straight away as soon as I got to the tap. Then took the Lighthouse door selfie, went to the toilet (it was eerie in there with the wind blowing), filled the two flasks and headed down all shivering beating myself up for not putting on the thermal before I got here. Stopping to do it on the way down was out of question, the wind was really chilly.
Usually not looking forward to the climb out from there, but now I couldn’t wait – it meant I would be warming up quicker. I’ve put the thermals on at some point when it was relatively no wind. They were a bit wet, still better than nothing.
Otto rang, told him I am OK, took a fall (didn’t tell him when or how bad it was, he was already worried), I have plenty of food and liquid and all is good. He asked me how far I need to go. Told him I was at 40 kms, another 20 to go. I must take him on this trip once so he understands what 40 kms means at that certain point. It means I’ve nearly done a marathon with 2000 m + elevation and whatever is left is peanuts compared to what is already done. It was (and always is) a bit debilitating when he asks “only that far you got?!”.
The view of Oberon Bay from Telegraph Tk
I went as fast as I could, every now and then thinking I could go faster, I am holding back… checked the hip – it was OK, so no reason to go slow. The cramps were still there, though. Saw a tent with neatly lined shoes at Roaring Meg, then a few more tents at Halfway Hut. I realised I forgot to eat and drink.
Rang Otto when I got to Telegraph Junction, as I promised him earlier. Put my phone in a plastic bag, as there were a few rain drops. I wasn’t looking forward to running through those shrubs and getting the wound scratched, but the sand didn’t seem too much fun, either. At the 52 km mark it started to rain. I couldn’t remember if the Ay Ups were waterproof… sooner or later I’ll need them.
I was a bit shocked when I got to Oberon Bay. The tide was high and when I looked along the non-existing beach, I realised it’s quite scary as there were parts where the water was hitting the sand wall… took my shoes off, put my phone in my jacket’s pocket (it’s supposed to be waterproof) and started running. The sand was varying between soft and ok-to-run-on and there was a lot of debris carried in by the tide. In the spots where the waves hit the sand wall the water have reached above my knees. I could see that the sand was wet way above that level on my right, which means a wave like that could just wash me away.
Then there is Lt Waterloo Bay!! Gee, that must be really scary. The waves are bigger there and the beach is narrower. I must step on it to climb out of that one too before it gets totally dark.
Looking back over Oberon Bay
I was wondering how deep the creek will be like at the end of Oberon Beach… could see water covering all that area to the trail head. To my biggest surprise it was quite flat, water didn’t reach my knees. I’ve sit down to put my shoes back onto my numb feet. A magpie came very close – not sure what it was hoping for. As soon as the shoes were on, I got going. Have to make it there before it gets dark. Last time I was a bit freaked out by the experience.
I stopped to take the head torch out of the pack while there was still some light. Assembled it, stuck it onto my nugget and went as fast as I could. I already decided that I’ll take the shoes off there as well because it felt warmer with the socks not being wet; the outside temperature started dropping, too.
Lt Oberon Bay from the boulder at the beach exit
Thankfully got over it without any issues. Took a deep breath, sat down on the rock to put my shoes back on, took a couple of shots looking back, then tried to call Otto but there was no reception.
My back really hurt by this point, not sure what I did wrong. That last km felt particularly hard this time. I was contemplating on just changing clothes and heading home, giving a miss to the shower I usually take after a run here. I finally could call Otto when I got back to the car; he suggested I take a shower, it will keep me awake on the way home.
While I was in the shower I could hear the rain on the roof… it was freezing getting out of there. Not many people camping this time.
Long drive home, it was pissing down with rain all the way to Nazza.
All up it was a great day. Saw lots of animals: plenty of wombats and wallabies, some kangaroos, rosellas, black cockatoos, a cat, rabbits, three owls and a deer.
Gear
Lululemon top and crops
Salomon waterproof jacket (not the Bonatti)
Feetures socks (bought them at FSM) – great socks!!
Kathmandu thermals
Overpants and gloves – didn’t use them
Agile 12 Set Lightweight Hydration Backpack – didn’t manage to completely fill the back compartment
Nutrition and Hydration
About 1.5 l of GU Tri-berry
2 x 330 ml ginger beer
Re-filled the soft flasks with water at the Lighthouse but only had a few sips of it
4 x small rice paper rolls with Csabai, goat cheese, Philadelphia cheese, rocket, red capsicum, mint, coriander and cucumber
6 protein bars (don’t ask why I packed that many) – had 2
It was pissing with rain all the way to Yanakie – just like on race day. I left just after 5, wasn’t in any hurry to avoid the high tide at Sealers. Stopped for a few photos on the way, they are crap, not worth showing.
This time I parked at Telegraph Saddle car park, the plan was to go down to the Lighthouse, then to South Point and back straight via Telegraph Tk. There were a few cars parked, didn’t make much noise thinking someone might be sleeping in any of them.
Geared up and got going at almost 7:45. It was strange not having to climb that concrete hill, but getting straight onto the track. Once I got over the niggle and warmed up, I really enjoyed the ride. It was a bit spooky in the forest, foggy.
Just before reaching that switchback, phone signaled an email… work… replied, then kept climbing. Did this a few times before the reception cut out. I took it really easy, didn’t care about pace. In fact would’ve loved to do this all day, on this beautiful track. The ground was soft, a bit softer than on race day, but not as muddy as other times after rain. It was just pure trail pleasure. The board walk was a bit slippery, so I really pulled back there. Parks Vic have cleaned some more or it, now it’s all clear. I was so excited about getting to Sealers… wondering how deep the creek will be… even packed two plastic bags, just in case I need to get deeper into the water.
The clouds over Sealers Cove
Sealers was a bit overcast, with a huge cloud hanging just above the bay. It made for a beautiful pic anyway. I had some food while getting to the creek crossing, then – as usual – I took my shoes off, crossed closer to the ocean, where the water was about knee deep, then put my shoes back on and started the hike. There was a girl at the camp ground (just realised, haven’t seen anyone on Sealers Tk, which is unusual), having her breakfast. She might have been hung over or something, because she didn’t notice me, in spite of me saying hello quite clearly…
When I saw the water at Refuge Cove Nth, I thought it’s going to be great!! Never mind the occasional showers – they are great, too! Before arriving to Refuge Cove, I’ve spotted a yacht… soon I saw a couple hiking my way. Said hello and asked them where are they heading (they had no packs). They said they are just going to the lookout – that boat is theirs. Told them they are so lucky, wished them all the best and kept going.
This is must shoot spot
I was so preoccupied with my thinking that I forgot to eat, then my tummy complained… it happened quite a few times on this run/hike.
At Refuge Cove I saw the inflatable boat the couple got to shore with and wondered did they take off their hiking shoes to get on the beach?… Kersops was coming up!
Didn’t push up Kersops, just put one foot in front of the other. Otto messaged me asking how I was going, because he didn’t get the Strava link… told him not to worry about it, it’s quite cloudy, the internet is rubbish. I had a date (with a pit) when I got to the top, took a few pics, then kept going. It was quite windy and it started to rain a bit, but I somehow enjoyed that, too knowing Waterloo Bay Nth is next and if the water is nice, I’ll have a dip. I was really looking forward to that.
As I was getting closer to the shore, the bright turquoise shone through the trees… yeah… dip it is!!!
Waterloo Bay Nth when I got there
I was so happy to see the beach is empty – all mine! Put my gear and clothes onto the big rock and walked towards the water. It was windy and the water was quite cold, but so refreshing!! Suddenly I felt something is off… looked back and saw a crow with a bag in its beak… shit!!! It was my phone!!! I put it in a ziplock bag so it doesn’t get wet and the damn bird was about to steal it! I yelled at it and started walking out, when I saw it dropped it and tried to pick it up… how on earth a bird has such strength. That phone is 215 g + the bag = about 220 g!
Then another surprise… there was a walker at the other end of the beach (this is not a long one). Saw the back pack and the hat, thought he/she was heading the other way…
The colour of the water was just amazing
I was dressed up and about to put my shoes on when the man walked by. He asked me if the water was cold. Told him yes, it was but it was great. Then he said “impressive!” I took this as a compliment.
The beach exit was quite weird, different to what it was before and I couldn’t figure out why. The signs were there, it was something about the rocks…
Lt Waterloo Bay was a stunning view and all the little peaks towards the water on the way there, too. Exchanged a few messages with Otto, he teased me about the onlooker 😃
The water at Waterloo Bay
I was already excited about Waterloo Bay, thinking if the water was THIS good at this small beach, it’s surely much nicer there… and boy, it was!!! If it wasn’t for the strong wind that blew sand in every orifice and stung when it hit my skin, it would’ve been heaven! The water was amazing! Nice and flat so I could even swim a little.
I ran most of the beach (minus the dip), then sat down to empty my shoes and socks of sand and put them on. Gosh, sand was everywhere!! Had one of the ginger beers I packed for extra energy before I hit the hill.
Exchanging messages with a good friend took my mind off the hill, I looked back a few times but somehow didn’t realise how hard it is, only saw the beautiful beach of Waterloo Bay. Then Otto messaged me… called him as writing and running on technical terrain doesn’t go hand in hand. He asked me (very nicely) to skip the out and back to South Point. Told him, that I’ll see how I go. He said he’d be much calmer if I wouldn’t finish so late in the dark…
I was surprised I didn’t trip that much. It was the shoes!! I was wearing the Pro Max. These somehow force me to lift my feet off the ground whereas the Sense Pro 2 is a total tripping tool.
Have no idea how I got to the Lighthouse Junction. All I know I enjoyed it and marveled at everything: mushrooms, ferns, moss. Many times I’ve ran by some beautiful mushrooms and a few meters later thought I should’ve stopped and took a shot, who knows if it’s going to be there when I come next time?!
This day was mixed… most of the hikes happened in sunshine and I felt quite warm, but taking off the Bonatti wouldn’t have been a great idea as I was totally soaked underneath (putting the thermal on at start surely wasn’t the best idea). Then there were the windy and rainy parts… when the clothing I was wearing was just perfect. I copped some rain before the Lighthouse, that’s for sure – I remember that, because I was wondering if I am going to score some suckers again.
I shuffled on the track towards the Lighthouse (the flat and downhill part, of course). When I reached the open area, the wind pushed me 1.5 m to the left. It crossed my mind “good luck to a chopper to land in this wind!”. At the intersection I looked down, to the left and thought “gee, Hamish had a long way to go down and then hike up on race day!”
Nearly there…
The uphill hike didn’t get any easier, especially since I was the only person on that road. When I got to the buildings, I took a few shots, then filled the flasks, had 250 ml on the spot, refilled then went to take the selfie and to the toilet. It was eerie there… the wind was so loud and the toilet water was moving in the bowl… like in a high rise building. Started to feel cold. When I walked out, I looked around and saw the resident wombat. Took a few pics of him and of the view of the horizon behind the lighthouse. Never been there before. Then all shivering, started the descent. Couldn’t wait to get into some cover, but the hike out has warmed me up.
Getting further away from the Lighthouse
Not sure at what point, but when I looked back I could still see the Lighthouse, I had the other one of the two ginger beers I’ve packed. It worked! I ran/walked this portion, then as soon as I got onto the 4WD track it started to rain. It was cloudy and windy and I thought going down solo to South Point might not be the best idea in this weather. If anything happens to me, I can’t even be rescued, so I decided to give Sth Point a miss today.
Dunno how I got down and up to Roaring Meg, then even further up on Telegraph Walking Tk. I guess it was the case of putting one foot in front of the other, but by the time I arrived to the 4WD track my toes really hurt, so running downhill was quite painful. Shuffled and called Otto with the sitrep. He was really happy that I headed back earlier and told me that the portion between Telegraph Junction and Telegraph Saddle car park is beautiful, the last 1.5 kms are steep. I’ve never been on this part of the track so I was kinda looking forward to it. I expected some elevation – Mt Oberon seemed quite up there from where I was…
This view is always captivating
When I got to the Junction, I saw a couple turning out of Mt Oberon Tk (the sandypainintheass one). I don’t think they saw me, because they kept kissing and the guy touching the girls bum… when I got closer to them I said hello in advance and told them that I didn’t mean to sneak up on them. They laughed and the guy’s first question was “how many kays did you do?”. Told him 46.34 (this is what I had on the watch), but will end up with about 51 by the time I get up there?! I asked them where are they going (since only the guy had a backpack). They said only to Telegraph Saddle. We wished each other all the best and I somehow got a bunch of energy and ran. Not fast, but I ran. Then came the up… and I got tired.
As I was “hiking” all of a sudden I could feel something. Looked back and saw these two running. They paid me back and sneaked up on me, but they were very nice. They said I inspired them. This felt really good. So good, that I was prepared to share my beer with them if they are in the car park when I get there.
He’s probably used to people taking photos
I was looking for that “beautiful” part Otto told me about… frankly, this part is nothing special after the coast. Yes, there are some dramatic rocks and creeks, but the shore beats this hands down. I kept looking at the radio tower on Mt Oberon, trying to calculate how far I could be from the car park… gosh, it seemed so never ending. About 200 m from the car park I saw a wombat on the left. Took a few shots of him, got quite close, too.
When I finally reached the car park, there was a car leaving and the others seemed without passengers, so beer, change, go was on the menu.
Got home safely – thank you my friend 😊
All up it was a great day. Haven’t seen a human soul between Refuge Cove and the couple on Telegraph Tk. This is a long time and many kms in solitude. The rain?! It’s another kind of good weather.
Gear
Lululemon crop, top, socks (changed at Waterloo Bay Nth)
Salomon Bonatti wp jacket
Kathmandu thermals
Salomon Pro Max shoes
Food and drinks
3 larger rice paper rolls
2 dates
1 small protein bar
Shot Bloks
Chocolate and ginger
1 mandarine
2/3 banana (two pieces)
2 x 330 ml ginger beer
GU Energy drink – 500 ml +250 ml (in flasks) +750 ml in bladder – refilled the flasks with water at the
Lighthouse. Brought back most of the water and a bit of the energy drink
It was pissing with rain as we were driving to the Prom on this Friday afternoon. The colours were amazing: the dark grey against the brilliant green of the pastures. Then there was the rainbow!! As we were getting “underneath” it, I was thinking this must be good…
Otto was tense all the way, he’s always like this when we drive to a race, no matter how many times I tell him everything will be okay, no need to worry about me. Got a message from my best friend with mixed news, but I was happy to hear from her – she always goes silent when things are not going well. We messaged for a while, then I thought stuff it, better call her. Viber is a bitch sometimes, cuts out when you least want it, but we still had a few good laughs.
Stopped in Leongatha to fuel up, then in Yanakie to buy a few more things (fresh eggs, yayy!) before heading down Foley Rd towards our accommodation. This year I booked a cottage at Tidal Dreaming Seaview Cottages. It’s on Dalgeish Rd, just off Foley, the view over Corner Inlet is just stunning. Unloaded the car then I headed down to Tidal River for registration and gear check. Otto asked me to try to get back before dark, he’ll get the dinner ready by then. I made the fresh pasta the day before, he made up the essence – the taste.
In spite of the strong wind that felt like it’s going to pick up the car like a feather, I enjoyed the drive and was looking forward to see the faces of fellow ultrarunners I only see at these races. Normally there are not many campers, but this time of the year Tidal River comes alive with all the runners and their families, walking with purpose. Said hello to some of them on the way to HQ then walked into the cabin, where the registration was happening. Paul greeted me with a “Babbbiii!!” then asked “Where is Otto?”. Told him what was going on, then the first thing he said was “show me your gloves!” – because I asked the other day if they are really necessary… I was very happy to see Duncan there. He is kind of “piece of mind” when he’s present.
Went to the registration desk, told Helen my name and bib number, then she asked me for my snake bandage and space blanket. Showed them both then chatted some more with Paul, saying hello to the fellow runners and the volunteers before heading back to the car. I thought that was OK, I’ll be back before it gets dark… then I saw this hair style. There is only one person I know who has it – Jacqui Hansen! Pulled over and got out to say hello to Jacqui and Darren. It turned out that none of us (Jacqui or I) should be running this weekend – doctor’s orders! Jacqui downgraded to the 44 km, I thought I’d just stick it out, que serra – serra!!
We wished each other all the best for next morning, then I headed off, driving carefully as the wombats and kangaroos were supposed to be along the road at this time. Called Otto to let him know I am just leaving.
Dinner was great and so was the red wine I washed it down with, too. Prepared the food and drinks for next morning, had a shower and went to bed. The wind was blowing so strong there and it was raining like there’s no tomorrow… didn’t sleep much.
Alarm went off at 3:45. Nothing unusual, this is the time I normally wake up when I head down to the Prom for a training run. Had my coffee, breakfast, had a shower, Otto woke up too, then we headed to Tidal River. It was pitch dark and windy. Otto worried. We saw a deer and there were others coming that way, too. In the Visitors Centre car park we pulled next to a white X-Trail, its passengers were getting out and realised they are our cottage neighbours, the man [Sam] is running, too. Felt a bit sorry for the two little girls being awake so early, both in their pjs.
At the start line
We walked to HQ greeting other runners on the way. Paul was really happy to see Otto, then as we walked out I nearly bumped into Dan. Big hug, haven’t seen him since Razorback, then he went to register. Greeted Sean, the man I saw a few times on my Prom training runs. He just did the Marathon des Sables and didn’t expect a fast time today, but wanted to do this race for the UTMB points. Otto chatted with him some more while I said hello to a few more familiar faces. I was looking for David, he said he’ll be at the start in the morning, but couldn’t find him in the dark. Saw Gabor, Otto took a photo of us as we usually do before races. Roll call 100 km runners, then the 60, countdown then start!! Otto gave me another kiss and told me to go well as I was heading off.
I though I’d just go by feel, will try to get as close to the 10 hr mark as possible (beers were waiting at the end!!) and see what happens. The majority of the field took off, I was somewhere towards the tail end, waiting for someone to have a similar pace as mine to stick with for a while. Didn’t have to wait too long, this tall guy, who introduced himself as Hamish said he can’t run fast because he has a knee injury. It was his first 60 km at the Prom (he already did the 44 before) and he wasn’t sure about the course – although he had it loaded onto his watch. Described it to him in a short version, then Otto drove past, taking a photo. When we got to the Mt Oberon turnoff I saw Duncan – he was marshalling at that point. Went to give him a big hug, which felt great then caught up with Hamish again. We ran/walked this concrete uphill, talking while the wind was helping us from behind, then soon arrived to Telegraph Saddle car park, where Otto was cheering everyone who ran. I already switched off my head torch and put it away – could see the track well (should be able to do it with my eyes closed). Another hug and kiss and he waved a good bye with “No swimming, please!”. I saw the shock on Hamish’s face, then on the downhill I told him why Otto said that – he laughed.
We ran together until we reached Windy Saddle talking and saying hello to the runners we passed and the ones who passed us. I saw Caz [Donovan], we greeted each other and she said that she’s so happy to finally be here when I am here (we’ve been trying to get the 60 km training run in for a while, pity it didn’t work out, it would’ve made a huge difference to her race) then she told me “go and do your magic, Babi!” – I said magic starts at Windy Saddle and I was really sorry about not sticking with her.
There were a few runners at Windy Saddle, I said hello, told Hamish that I’ll step on it from here, it’s my favourite part. I also told him that he’ll surely catch up with me on the uphills (which happened pretty much all the way to the Lighthouse: him going strong on the hills and me “flying” down on the downhills).
Sealers looked different today
I really enjoy this part, even in the mud! This year was far away from what it was like last year and the year before; in fact it was just perfect – the track was soft enough for a good grip, but not muddy enough to slip in every direction. I’ve passed quite a few people here and the hikers were nice to get out of the way, probably thinking how crazy this bunch is. There was a runner who was close behind me, keeping the same pace as I did. I offered to let him pass, but he said he’s happy with this tempo. He lasted nearly to the board walk, then I lost him. I ran alone to Sealers, the colours of the water always amaze me. Now there were heavy clouds hovering over the water, making it look way darker than it was.
Refuge Cove Nth
Ian was at the creek crossing shooting us as we approached. He said “you are the second person who takes their shoes off today!”. I told him why I was doing this, crossed the water, then went aside to put my shoes back on. Had an awful cramp somewhere under the lungs as I hunched to lift the right shoe. Stood there for a few moments until it went away, then finished with the socks and shoes and headed back to the track, saying good bye and thanking Ian for being there. In the mean time quite a few runners have crossed the creek and headed up towards the camp site. Hamish was back on as my running buddy. We ran/hiked together for a while, then he went ahead.
Hamish and Celeste at the Refuge Cove Nth exit
Celeste [Botton] took me over too before reaching Refuge Bay Nth. I took a few shots of them (not all clear, though) before I got there. The beach wasn’t as clean as it used to be, you can tell there was previously a storm from the debris scattered all over the sand. Refuge Cove came next. Didn’t need water this time, I had enough with me and only planned to refuel at the Lighthouse.
As soon as we started climbing out of Refuge Cove Hamish took off, then further in I could hear “Hey Babi, you are an animal!!” it was Steve Rennick, with two other runners. I looked back and was really happy to see them. Told him right now I wish I was a goat!! Gave him a hug, congratulated them and wished them all the best. As the third runner passed me, I’ve noticed he is so familiar… he was Ash[ley Bennett], the fast kid, doing his first Prom run!!
Otto messaged me asking how far I was from Waterloo Bay. Sent him back “22”, then it clicked this is not exactly clear, so I sent another text with “I am at 22 km mark”.
Near the Kersops Junction
As I was getting closer to the Kersops Junction I remembered how much different it was being here the previous two times… I stopped, looked back and pulled out the phone to take a picture, then Brett Godden popped up, so I took a few shots of him. He kindly returned the favour and took a few shots of me, then we wished each other all the best and he took off.
So far I’ve been eating and drinking well, tripped quite a few times (should’ve worn the Pro Max instead of the Sense Pro 2, the low drop is really a disadvantage here) and had some cramps which were manageable. Slipped and landed on my bum at the rock just after the junction (this is where Julie used to slip), but hey, it’s in the package!
Hamish on the tree
On the way down to Waterloo Bay Nth I caught up with Hamish again, took a shot of him sitting on a tree that was across the track. It looked so funny! We walked along the beach admiring the water, when we caught up with a runner that (again) looked so familiar!! It was Ash, limping with the jacket’s hood on, he must have been very cold. I double checked and when I was sure it was him, gave him a big hug and told him that I was sorry I didn’t recognised him earlier with the top on. Hamish looked at Ash, then me with a strange look on his face. Had to clarify this, so I told him this is Ashley Ramond Bennett, the one who runs without a top. We all laughed, when Hamish said that he thought that I couldn’t recognise Ash with my top on! It was hilarious in that setting! Asked Ash if I could help him in any way, if he needs bandage or anything. He said he’s OK, he just needs to walk all the way to the finish and asked if that was far away – told him there is quite a fair bit to go (we must have been at around 24 kms), then wished him all the best and walked off.
We got to the big trees that were fallen across the track, climbed over, then hill was coming up, which meant Hamish lengthened his steps while I was dragging my butt. I stepped aside every time a faster runner approached. Saw Caroline [Gavin] somewhere earlier (can’t remember where exactly), congratulated her, gave her a hug and told her she’s the first lady, then wished her all the best. I was having cramps at some of the weirdest spots during this race – right now the vastus lateralis (I’m not that clever to remember that, had to look it up). I already had the piece of banana I brought with me on the way up to Kersops – as a remedy for calf cramps – so had to keep drinking the sports drinks…
I could feel someone approaching. When I looked back it was David. I was really happy to see him, he was travelling so fast. He gave me a hug and asked if I was OK. I said I was OK (cramp suddenly went away – thank you David) and asked if he was OK, too. We ran together for a very short portion, then told him to step on it, agreeing we’ll have beers at the finish!
Lt Waterloo Bay
Caught up with Hamish again, we yo-yoed to Lt Waterloo Bay, then to Waterloo Bay. Tried to run along the beautiful beach, but Hamish’s knee was really hurting so I stuck with him, speed walking all the way to the exit. I kept looking at the water… it was so inviting! If I was there alone I would’ve surely gone for a dip, even in that – not so hot – weather.
Waterloo Bay
As soon as we got to the beach exit, the track goes steep up. Told Hamish to go ahead, will catch up on one of the downhills. Started the climb, which sometimes feels like it will never end. Every now and then I looked back over the beach (it’s so beautiful!), where others were running. It started to rain and I started to trip more often which was a bit of a worry, because it meant more chances to cramp, as well. Gosh, how lucky I was to avoid cramps for years!! Otto’s message came through “bummer, I left Waterloo Bay about 30 minutes ago!!” – meaning we just missed each other! For years I’ve been trying to convince him to do one of the loops with me – he MUST see Waterloo Bay… and now he’s seen it and I wasn’t there to witness it all.
Still Waterloo Bay
I was already on the other side of the mountain, when I tripped and fell on my side. I lied there on the ground for a while (it felt like eternity), unable to stand up and watched my right calf moving around uncontrollably, thinking “hope no one is coming, I don’t want anyone to see me like this”. It was very painful! Surely Peter Coady and Heidi Gratton appears… they asked if I was OK, or I needed any help. Told them it’s a cramp and as soon as it goes away I’ll stand up and continue. Peter asked if I had any salt tablets. Told him I have one better: I have the real thing – salt!! Then told them to go ahead, I’ll be fine. As soon as I could, I stood up, walked a little, tried to clean up the mud – at least my hands. Glad I always carry that sanitizer, put some on the wound on my hand and my legs, it stung! Then picked up the pace and went as fast as I could, catching up with Hamish on a downhill. I was surprised I didn’t pick up any leeches…
In one of the corners (the ferny and mossy kind) Suzie rang. She has a knack for calling me during races (or training runs for that matter), casually asking “so how are you Mum?!” When she hears I am panting and telling her I am running, only then she realises that “ah! You are running!! Everything OK?! Take care, we’ll talk later!”
At the Lighthouse
As I was getting closer to the Lighthouse I thought the fast 100 kms should be close by; I was really looking forward to greeting them, when about 2 kms from the Lighthouse Junction I spotted Dan. He was so fast and fresh as a daisy. Gave me a hug, then ran off. The next runner was very close behind him, then Shane Wheeler in third position. I realised too late it was Shane, otherwise I would’ve given him a hug, too. Got to the junction, headed left towards the Lighthouse. You could tell there is something going on here, usually not that many people get this far. I saw two hiker ladies going up, took them over – they both looked impressed. And tired. Then I saw Jenny [Rickards] and her friend Veronica coming down the concrete hill. Gave Jenny a big hug, asked her how she likes the course, then wished them all the best and headed up to the Lighthouse. Celeste was already filling her bladder, asked if she has finished – she said yes, but she’ll ask for more at Telegraph Junction.
I didn’t know who she was, we’ve never met in person before, but we were supposed to sweep Langfords to Hotham in January… I know one thing – she is a strong uphill runner and she’s got great legs!!
Lighthouse selfie
I filled my flasks and poured some in the bladder, then headed to take the Lighthouse selfie and then to the toilet. By this time my migraine that started somewhere around Waterloo Bay was becoming a nuisance (I only get them 3-4 times a year, this one was really badly timed) so I thought I’d just take two Panadols with the ginger beer I carried for “emergencies” – this was one of those emergencies! It was freezing up there!!! My fingers were a bit numb and my sweaty body was shivering underneath the Bonatti. I considered putting on the thermal, but the thought of having to take off the jacket and being exposed to that chilly wind didn’t sit well… as quick as possible I pulled out the Panadols and the ginger beer, took them, then headed out of the cover. Hamish has just gotten there, reminded him to take the selfie (otherwise it doesn’t count 😉 ), then kept walking/running downhill pondering over pulling out those mandatory gloves. Figured I should be out of this wind chill soon, not worth stopping for them.
I had some food and saw a few runners. Then at the Junction I bumped into Shane Winzar, who was doing the 100 km. Gave him a big hug, wished him all the best and headed out. I saw quite a few 100 km runners coming and was waiting to see Richard North, but I guess he must have been on the South Point out and back.
Otto took this shot on his way to Lt Oberon Bay
I have tried to run as much as I could (which was way more than other times), had cramps, then walked a bit. Around Roaring Meg I caught up with Celeste on the downhill. Asked her how she was, then told her she will surely take me over on the following uphill… pushed as hard as I could and on Telegraph Tk I called Otto as it was easier than typing a message. He told me I was travelling well and asked me what I would like him to bring. Told him a ginger beer would do wonders and I was already looking forward to catching up with him around Lt Oberon Bay… I don’t think I’ve ever pushed this much on Telegraph Tk, yet two runners I’ve ran from the start and then saw a few times during the day, have stepped on it and passed me on the 4WD tk (that’s pretty much downhill).
I was happy to see the veterans at the Junction. I’ve told them my name and number, they offered me sweets, water and chips. I reached for the chips (normally don’t, but now I craved the salty stuff), but when I heard they were salt and vinegar, my hand quickly stopped – can’t do vinegar. I said hello to David Shuterland, gave him a hug and wished him all the best as he took off, then I followed already dreading the sandy 4WD track to Oberon Bay. On this portion I was overtaken by Peter Coady and Heidi Gratton as I was shuffling along. Somehow I found energy and pushed to Oberon Bay wondering how high the tide would be here… I noticed Peter and Heidi were already there. It was windy, very windy, but runnable. Peter was tired, he slowed down to walking. We talked a little, then I told him I will try to go faster as my husband is waiting for me somewhere. Heidi was in a better shape, but she kept checking on Peter.
I got to the creek, walked through (the cold water felt really good), then started the climb thinking of that ginger beer and imagining how I am going to run through the finish and have proper beer with Karen, David and Otto. Heidi caught up with me and said something about Peter being slow as she passed me, then I saw her waiting just before Lt Oberon Bay. I was hoping to see Velta here, but all I saw was a girl sitting in a yoga pose on the top of the rock on the right and a few hiker boys arriving happily from the track. They were nice enough to let me get up the damn sand hill first, which I thanked them for. They also wished me luck – that was very nice, too.
See what a little ginger beer can do?!
That ginger beer!!! Where is Otto?!…
He appeared soon, very happy. Got the beer out, I drank almost the whole bottle and that gave me a boost. He asked me how I was, how IT was and told me how he got to Waterloo Bay. I like that he’s getting into this!! He also told me that the photographers are at the end of this track, then asked if I wanted to go along the beach or inland. Told him the tide is not that bad, still some sand to run on, let’s go via the beach – that’s the official course anyway.
I was very happy to see Ian and Velta when we got onto Norman Beach. They must have taken photos of us, but I haven’t seen any in the collection. The colours were striking here as the sun was setting and the clouds were so dark behind us. Otto took a few shots, then we ran/walked to the turnoff.
With the Boss of Organising
I could see someone familiar in a high-vis jacket – I recognised Duncan’s partner, Noreen from Bogong to Langfords last year, when Duncan and her were minding the Cope Hut checkpoint (and gave me as many orange slices as I wanted). We greeted each other and then Otto and I climbed out of this last beach. Otto took off so he could take a shot when I finish and catch me (so I don’t run anyone over 😃 ).
As I was running through the first parking lot, I remembered the BBQ my friend Miri and I had two years ago, when Otto couldn’t make it. We forgot to bring glasses and had red wine (quite a nice drop, too) from plastic containers… all this while it was pissing with rain around us. It was hilarious!
The finish is getting closer…
I wish I could see the clock earlier, I would’ve stepped on it from further. There were people cheering, which felt really nice. Paul let a big “Babiiiii!” out and said well done. Then Otto caught me which was great, because there were people behind him. Paul gave me the Caramello Freddo. I looked around then David and Karen came to say well done with a hug, both holding a beer…
I said thank you to Paul and the volunteers before walking to the car for the beers as we agreed. It was nice to meet Karen and to share our stories of the day (and many more) while enjoying Otto’s home brew.
I didn’t have a shower at Tidal River this time. Otto and I drove back to the cottage where I could finally wash off all the mud and dirt I’ve collected during the day, then had a nice steak and red wine before going to bed. Body was burning, keeping me awake for most of the night. I guess the muscles were working hard on rebuilding themselves. As I moved my feet, I sensed that tingling itch and then I realised – damn suckers!!! They got me again!! Had two bites on both ankles, which by next day got inflamed, swollen and even more itchy…
Next morning we had breakfast, packed up, cleaned the cottage and headed home.
I was so undercooked for this race with around 108 km total training in the month leading up to it (two Prom 44s, two 7ish and a slow 4.5 km) I just winged it, ridiculously still hoping to finish around the 10 hr mark. I nearly did – 10.05.55. This time the planets aligned, it wasn’t that hot, I could eat and had energy for most of the time. The hugs and kind words I received and gave to others have overpowered the cramps hands down. There is so much love and camaraderie on those trails and I feel privileged to be a part of it!
Gear
Lululemon crop, top, socks
Bonatti jacket
Red Lenser 5 in the morning
Salomon S-lab 12 l vest
Salomon Sense Pro 2 – not the best choice, tripped too much in them
plus the rest of the mandatory gear
Food and hydration
6 rice paper rolls with slices of meetballs, smoked cheese, lettuce, mint, coriander, red, yellow and green paprika and hommus
1 small mandarin
1 half banana
Clif Shot Bloks
A few pieces of uncrystallised ginger
A couple of pieces of dark chocolate and chocolate with filling
2 dates
330 ml of ginger beer at the Lighthouse and a bottle after Lt Oberon bay
There were lots of people (compared to no one earlier) on the following section. On the way up to Monte Palanzone I met Lumo (if I can recall his name correctly). He is a gentleman in his mid to late sixties. He didn’t speak English, but we understood each other. We both agreed that a cold beer would be nice. He did a very kind gesture, he gently stroke my face as a way of saying “you crazy beautiful thing”. Wished each other a buona giornata and went the opposite ways.
