It was Saturday, 15 September. I’d been working hard all year. Winter had passed, spring was finally here everything was waking up. I was standing in my apartment, with my backpack on, hiking shoes laced up, looking over what less than 12 hours before had been a chaos of food, clothes, gear, shredded newspaper and boxes everywhere.
Right now I had everything I needed in my life, on my back to survive.
This is a picture story of hiking the Bibbulmun Track, of 1002km in 54 days.