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Te Araroa (Part 20) : An Injured Flip to Bluff & The Last Miles Alone, day 137-144

As we got closer to the very end of the south island, we walked straight through town, keen to get it over with as soon as possible as opposed to taking the longer scenic route over the hill. The last few kilometres were slow. ‘I feel like it’s getting a bit difficult now,’ I said, and it cracked us up a lot more than it should. Then we rested, sat on the stoop even though Bluff was just moments away. When we finally walked up to the signpost, I teared up. I’d made it to Bluff.

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Te Araroa (Part 19) : Fall Sets in and Then I… Fall, day 132-136

My little world collapsed around me. I’d struggled for weeks with the exhaustion, the trailburn that crippled me physically and emotionally. I was running behind on everyone I knew, already fighting and utterly failing to catch up, and now I’d hurt myself. I wasn’t going to be able to finish the TA with my trail family. Everything I was holding onto had broken into a million pieces.

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Te Araroa (Part 17) : Trailburn On The Motatapu Track, day 117-126

Something was different. I felt as though something was slowly defeating me, and I couldn’t go back to being myself anymore. I wasn’t supposed to feel like this. I wasn’t supposed to feel like I was going to fall apart every time I looked at the slightest upward trail, or a rock on the ground I’d have to manoeuvre around. It wasn’t normal.

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Te Araroa (Part 12) : An Easy Start and The First Real Richmond Mountains, day 74-85

I set off just as the sun hit the top of the ridge I was headed to, an orange glow that intensified and grew. I had never started hiking this early, and this was the first time I’d ever seen the layers of mountain colour grey in the distance with the sky lighting up in the back, and everything around me blossoming and warm. I bathed in the glow of rising sun, a morning of simple beauty…

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Te Araroa (Part 10) : Goodbye Bee, and Hello Tararuas, day 58-66

I followed the ridge into the fog that thickened and lifted again, while I continued to take pictures of every angle around me. Gina soon sped past, agile and fearless, while I carefully placed every single step in front of me. At this rate, this mountain range was going to take me all week to get through…

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Te Araroa (Part 9) : The Whanganui River Journey, day 54-57

This was the start of our river journey. Huddled underneath the trees in our life jackets, sheltering from the rain as it unceremoniously poured down on us, while our barrels sat unloaded on the dirt track. We were in a queue of trucks launching canoes and tourists down the river and we were in the back. Everything was grey and murky and the river looked dull and cold…

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