Hotham > Thredbo: 262.92km +10,115m -10,474m
I woke up at 5am out of pure habit.
Another day for maintenance and organisation. Goodbye to the terrible softdrink bottles I’ve been using since Hotham to filter my water, hello to a new Platypus bladder. I’ll have to be gentle with this one, and when I get home look into a better replacement.
We had breakfast at the bakery, which I highly recommend. But beware of the Rosella:
The supermarket is bloody expensive, but I managed to pick up a replacement towel (face washer), some lollies to add variety to next week’s scroggin, and some dried porcini mushrooms since I keep finding myself wishing I had more dehydrated additives for my meals.
I took my empty pack out on the balcony and shook it upside down. A small woodland fell out of the various pockets and creases. There’s a few grams saved right there.
The weather is being weird, and we’re watching it closely. Wednesday has been upgraded to potentially 50mm of rain.
Had pizza at the T-bar. It was fantastic. Much better than The Local. I feel like my body is instructing me to cram calories in anticipation of the final leg.
Contrary to the title of this post, my feet are still fine, though heavily calloused at this point. Rod has a massive blister. I remain unconvinced by the trail runner idea. I’ll wax my boots tomorrow.
