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Down but not out!

1/7/2017

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After four days relaxing at Innot Hot Springs it was time to get on track.......again! I was a little apprehensive for a couple of reasons: had I rested enough so my leg would hold up in what promised to be a harsh and unforgiving section?  Would I get a ride back to where I left the trail, or would I need to spend two or three days catching up and expending supplies I didn't have?

I was certainly eager, packed up and ready to go with my thumb out on Kennedy Highway at first light. I'm sure the motorists checking their mirrors after passing me and seeing my lips move thought I was saying unkind words. "Thank-you for your consideration" was all that I said for the first hour as 20 or so cars passed.  Ok I admit it, I had been reading The Hunger Games and was channelling Katniss Everdeen firing off an arrow at the game makers for not paying her due attention. I finally got a ride all the way to the Gunnawarra Rd turnoff, past Mt Garnet, so about a third of the way. The next leg was going to be a little more challenging, with fewer cars to get me the next 50 or so kilometres. Great!  It was starting to drizzle and 15 minutes on, not a single car had passed.

Similar to drought breaking strategies many folk adopt, whereby if they want rain they hang their washing out, I decided it was time for a bowel movement. Off to the side of the road, behind a small bush with my pants around my ankles - surely a car would come along now. No car came along but I felt better anyway. I think I must have been on the right track though because not long after feeling a bit lighter, a ute came along and gave me a ride.

Wayne knew quite a bit about the Trail, and when I told him I wanted to get dropped off just shy of the Minamoolka camp, he said he knew an even better camp spot a bit further on. A bit further on turned out to be 15 kms into the next days hike. It was a great spot, though, on Leichhardt Creek. After thanking Wayne profusely for the ride, I weighed up whether I take advantage, set up camp, and have another rest day or walk the next 10ish kilometres to the designated BNT camp. I deliberated for 30 minutes before deciding I'd like to test the leg out.

At around the 7 kilometre mark I could feel my right leg tightening up. Luckily I only had about 4 kilometres to go so, after a brief rest, I pressed on and got to camp.
I was up early enough the following morning, however it wound up being a late start, with me not getting away until 8am. I was in two minds - rest day or hit the Trail. I thought initially it was going to be a cloudy drizzly day and figured the leg could do with a rest day, but after the sun rose, the early cloud and fog lifted so I decided not to be a slack-arsed wussy, and get going. Whilst I'll never truly know, looking back I think it was probably a poor decision, as it was a long day's hike ahead of me, and the late start only put unnecessary pressure on me.

At around the 20 kilometre mark it was getting late in the afternoon, my leg was killing me and I still had about 6 or so kilometres to the designated camp. I hadn't seen a single vehicle all day but was a little relieved when I came across a road crew in a water-tanker who offered me a ride. I had been offered a few rides along the trail but had always enjoyed knocking them back. "Can you drop me at the abandoned Wairuna homestead a few kilometres up the road? I'm hiking the National Trail but have injured my leg so thinking it might be a good place to camp and rest." They agreed and I clambered up into the cab and got dropped off at the gate to the old homestead. Initially I was thinking it would be great to sleep under the veranda, but in getting there and seeing all of the asbestos warning signs affixed around the now sadly dilapidated place, I decided especially with the wind that it probably wasn't a good camp spot after all. In the end I walked the remaining 3 kilometres to the last finger of the Burdekin River.  It wasn't flowing like the first finger I crossed, but there was a waterhole and the water looked good enough. Given the lateness of the day I quickly set up camp and collected some wood for a fire; I slept well apart from a dull ache in my leg that I hoped would go away after by morning.

The ache was still with me when I woke the next morning before daybreak - not a good sign. I stayed rugged up, initially deciding I would rest my leg and hope for the best. I decided against this after sun up, realising the road works finished just before Wairun Homestead and the likelihood of anymore traffic would be slim. I was down to my last painkillers and anti-inflammatory pill and I recall the tanker driver telling me the next time I might get phone reception would be around the Valley of Lagoons. It was another biggish day with 25 kilometres to get through to camp. I quickly packed up and set off knowing I would have to set a reasonable pace, but thinking it was doable if I dug down and got on with it.

The first 5 kilometres I averaged a little over 3.5 km/h in pain but bearable. There was a little bit of climbing which gave me hope on two fronts - a slither of reception to call home, and I deluded myself that I would be working different muscles to help me stretch out and ease whatever was causing me grief.

It was nice to speak with Beth - I tried to sound upbeat but I let her know I was in a bit of pain. The chat with Beth, the brief rest and possibly the placebo effect of the slight climb, I upped the pace to around 4km/h, with only a marginal increase in the pain level over the next 5 kilometres.

I was still holding onto to the hope that I could get through this and waved at a passing 4WD instead of trying to wave it down. The terrain flattened, but unfortunately my pain levels didn't - each step became excruciating agony.

I had about 2 litres of water remaining, with about 17 kilometres to go before reaching the designated camp. It was also the warmest day in over a week, so not conducive to conserving water. The guidebook indicated there was a creek at the 15 kilometre mark that may hold water if there had been a good wet season. I reset my goal to get to Lucy Creek hoping there would be water, but recalling the wet season hadn't been all that flash.

The last 5 kilometres were very tough physically and emotionally. I realised my injury wouldn't allow me to continue, and I now really regretted not waving that 4WD down earlier.

I got to a spot where I had a good view across the dry lake and was rewarded with a bar of reception - but it was dropping in and out. As I was trying to get a text out a wave of texts and Faceboook messages started coming through - clearly Beth had sensed how down I actually was and let some family and friends know I needed some encouragement. Fucking sooky la la - I bawled my eyes out!

I don't know why I sooked up, I think in my heart of hearts I realised my injury was a BNT breaker and I felt like a failure - I hated myself for my weakness and poor decisions. Clearly I was physically and emotionally wrecked, dwelling on the pain and what that meant. It had sapped my resolve, but after an initial blubbering the messages did provide the lift I needed to refocus. I reset goals: get to camp and get water - repeat until I can get a ride and absolute clarity on recovery.  I would be able to make some firm decisions then.

Crikey, this post is going to be longer than my time on the BNT in 2017 - I'll wrap things up.

I got to Lucy Creek and there was good water. Big waterholes in the creek and a largish lake a little further on.  It was a great camp, one of the best on the Trail so far.
I got 5 kilometres the next morning and was able to flag down a passing 4WD.  The ride got me to a station about 60 kms away where I had mailed my resupply parcel. The bush telegraph got into full swing and a ride to Townsville was arranged.

I would dearly love to share the story of the two days it took me to get from my resupply point to Townsville in more detail, but that wouldn't be doing anyone any favours. It was an amazing experience that I wouldn't swap for the world where wonderful people went out of their way to help me. In sharing this experience I would be setting an expectation - having no expectations is what made it so amazing. I will be forever humbled by it!

After visiting the hospital in Townsville and then a GP, the earlier diagnosis of Chronic Exertional Anterior Compartment Syndrome was confirmed. The doctor advised that conservative treatment is unlikely to succeed and I either cease hiking entirely or have a fasciotomy.

I'm now on a train on the way home to Healesville. I'm stopping on my way through to see my brother-in-law and his awesome family in Boonangi near Kempsey.  I've already made an appointment to see a specialist in just over a week - an expert in sports medicine who has published a number of articles on chronic exertional compartment syndrome and treatment options. If I can avoid surgery I will, because it sounds full-on, otherwise I'll do it sooner rather than later as it will be a long recovery.

I'm now planing my 2018 assault of the BNT.  It's simply too much fun not to have another tilt. Stay tuned - in the immortal words of Arnold Schwarzenegger: "I'll be back"

PS: excuse topless pic - I'd been told it was nude hiking day ;)


4 Comments
Helen
1/7/2017 07:12:49 pm

You sound brighter which is really good, hope there's beer on that train. Kim thanks you ( she only took a small amount ) for the food and also appreciated one VB. Really wishing you the best with your leg. I will look forward to your return up this way. Please take and treasure the memories.

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Chris
1/7/2017 07:16:44 pm

Thanks Helen - see you in 2018.

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Michelle
2/7/2017 06:46:12 am

Great to hear that you're going to continue on with the BNT after your recovery Chris. It's such an amazing thing to accomplish and something that most people could never do. A person could plan and run a marathon - several months training, minimal equipment, but all over and done with in a day, but 365 days of marathon walking? OMGosh!, you are an inspiration and your story has only got more inspirational. I can't wait to see your published book about your journey. People need to read it. Well done little brov.

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Chris
9/7/2017 07:07:25 am

Thanks Michelle!!! Hopefully I get back on track soon!

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