The husband is away at (yet another) minesite, helping service big bits of machinery. I dislike his going away on the grounds that if I wanted to be with somebody who had a fly in/fly out job (FIFO as we call them here) then I would have damn well married one with the salary to match, not a person who gets exploited by their company. But at least he has a job and he does like going away and so I have decided to try and use the time he goes away as opportunities for personal growth, rather than resentment.
Thus, the hiking. I was doing another section of the Bibbulumun Track and this one covered about 36 km over three days and two overnights, solo. It rained, a lot. My knees hurt today, a lot. Still, not everybody can say that they climbed two mountains (such as we have in WA; they call them mountains and you better believe I’m claiming them as such) before 9 a.m. as I did this morning. I even have a selfie of me, red faced and sweaty to prove it.
I think I enjoyed it. I loved the seclusion and the solitude. I certainly enjoyed stopping doing it.
I will definitely do it again.