LARAPINTA TRAIL

I experienced a lot on my 7 days and 220km of the Larapinta trail. The log books indicated that I was the first one out there since October last year making the solo trip feel even more alone…

The track was overgrown and slow going through the countless gorges and I often found myself following the tracks of dingos and emus. The heat was a big consequence of an accidental sleep in and despite its weight, water quickly became the most important item in my pack. After the sun set my headlight would reflect the many eyes of spiders as I walked and millions upon millions of stars would awaken overhead. I could sing and laugh and cry and no one was out there to judge. I skinny dipped in the most wonderful waterholes and lived amongst wild horses. It would pour with rain and the next day I would be met with fields of wildflowers.

I came prepared for temperatures in the 40’s and though the temperatures got near there, I was met with a lot of moodiness, that at times meant flash flooding. I had rain gear on me but there was something liberating about being soaked to the bone in a desert. Though it was less fun trying to keep my pack dry when wading through shoulder high pools of water amongst some of the gorges. My feet might have coped it but I feel so lucky to have walked amongst such magic.