Today is the day that we finally get to pack our hiking backpacks with all gear necessary for a long awaited overnight hike in Wilsons Promontory. We rolled out of bed early and slowly triple checked we had everything before our little Mountains crew arrived in Sammy’s golden Tarago, or as she calls it, ‘Nugget’. Before enduring on our 3 hour drive we pumped up Nugget’s tyres, filled her tank of fuel as well as filling ourselves up with a much needed coffee.
After a quick stop to pick up some supplies for the night and a sneaky Maccas run it wouldn’t be long and I’d be gobsmacked. Suddenly surrounded by the beauty of nature, tall mountains, numerous different types of plants and the oh so blue ocean.
We unloaded ourselves out of the car one by one to stretch our limbs and to lug our backpacks from the boot, after some time of making adjustments to our gear and slathering ourselves in sunblock we were on our way to hike from the overnight carpark along the coast to the Halfway Hut.
I must admit I was feeling pretty anxious about my first overnight hike with a pack, the nerves quickly settled once we walked through a tunnel of branches. Sarah and I came across a little green snake slithering into the foliage along the way which I was thankful wasn’t like some of the snakes I had seen in photos around Wilsons Prom. I knew we weren’t far from our first pitstop at Little Oberon Bay as I could smell and feel the ocean breeze, I was excited to take my boots off and have sand between my toes and feel the chilling ocean water rush passed my legs. After throwing around the football and having a snack we got ourselves ready to head off again. Albeit with the look of rain filled clouds in our path.
Unfortunately we didn’t make it to camp before the rain. We quickly became drenched, it was raining sideways as we tackled the wind head on. My face was dripping and all I could think was ‘one foot in front of the other’ as my ankles began to ache, the pain from walking up inclines and through sand with my 10+kg pack on my back was almost too much to handle.
After what felt like a lifetime I looked up and could see Cam waving his arms and at that point I felt so relieved to have finally made it to camp.
We quickly set up our tents, changed out of our wet clothing into something a lot more warm and comfy before indulging in snacks, Mi Goreng, Tequila shots and wine and playing a new card game I was soon to realise I was terrible at.
The next morning Pat and I woke early to have some tea and porridge before starting our day of what I thought was to be an easy walk back along the shorter track. I was wrong. The walk to begin with was glorious and it was happy days until my ankles started to ache again. We wandered up a short incline which I won’t forget Pat yelling out to me, “It’s not far until we’ll be on the flat home stretch.” An hour or so later after battling up a continuous uphill we made it to the end. Wilsons Prom was definitely worth the wait, aches and pains and I cannot wait to be back there exploring.