My friend Tiff thought it would be a great idea to go on a hike for her birthday. What better way to celebrate her 40th birthday than going on a super fun hike in the beautiful mystical Blue Mountains. No kids just two gals, a tent, some tunes and a bottle of vodka! You don’t need to ask me twice, I was all in. We found a hike that looked good……
“A challenging 46km, 3 day hike. An exhilarating adventure that will give your mind and body a hard yet exhilarating workout. The dynamic Six Foot track packs it all into a three-day hike for enthusiastic bushwalkers. Winding through state forests and Blue Mountains National Park, this historic track takes in heritage sites, heath, woodlands, and rainforest, with several opportunities for excellent overnight camping.”
Wow, sounded amazing and just what we were after. 3 days seemed a little excessive, surely we could condense this into two days. We walk all the time along the beach and run after the kids at home. That keeps us fit… fit enough for a walk through the Blue Mountains so two days it is. We had no hiking gear what so ever, so I rushed out to Anaconda that night to grab some hiking boots, drink bottles and a backpack. Tiff shot over to Kmart our favourite place, to shop for the smallest cheapest pink tent we could find and a yoga matt each to sleep on.
Up at 4am the next day we jumped in the car and were off on our girls adventure into the wilderness. We arrived at 5am to Leura Police station as our husbands (who thought turning 40 may have turned us a little mad) made us promise we would notify police we were going into the National Park and grab a PLB (Personal Locator Beacon). We informed the skeptical Police woman at the front desk that we were doing the 6 foot track and that we would be returning in 2 days.
“Oh” she said looking us up and down and seeming surprised “you know the 6 foot track is done in 3 days, not two right?”
“Oh yep” we replied with a confident nod. “We figured we’d do it in two days, three just seems too long for only 46kms. It will be fine, we’re fit, we’re mums! “
“Suit yourself” she replied as she handed us our PLB. “As long as you’re aware that the 46km is almost all up hill? “
“Of course, we have done our homework” I retorted as I looked at my friend with one eyebrow raised.
We parked the car at the start as I tied up my sparkly brand new hiking boots. I was very happy with my purchase, they were half price and seemed to fit me perfectly, Winning! I figured I’d pack an old pair of thongs too incase of any swimming we wanted to do along the way in one of the many rocky creeks. Our backpacks were a little heavier than we had anticipated for only one nights camping but we figured it’s better to pack more rather than less – and anyway the bottle of vodka would weigh nothing by tomorrow, this would help lighten the load.
So off we went on our adventure, to celebrate freedom for a night and turning another year older. We were surprised to find that the track was downhill, I’m not sure what that police woman was on about, obviously she had never done the track herself.
3km down and only 43 to go we were doing well. Sure our bags were heavy and my boots were becoming a little tight around the ankles but they will soften, they were new and were breaking themselves in. I considered myself a backyard hike expert and this was something I had foreseen…..as I went further into the hike they would stretch and become comfortable right? I think you can probably see where this is going.
Ahead there was a creek and of course we decided to walk through it and some water leaked into my ‘Waterproof’ boots. “I’m sure it will dry quickly” I thought.
A little further on and I ask if we can sit for a bit, I just need to put a second pair of socks on. There was a small red rub mark on my ankle. “I’ll pop one of the bandaids on that our husbands insisted on us bringing…..hmm no maybe three or four for extra cushioning.
A few more steps “Oh ouch..holy crap that’s stinging, each step is like my ankles have been bitten by fire ants.” I thought. I pull the wet boots off and the bandaids fall off to reveal a big chunk of skin missing on both ankles, red raw. Tiff suggests taking the boots off before they become even worse (if that’s even possible). “Maybe we should call it a day” She said with despair. “you can’t go on with those blisters and new unbroken boots!“
“Pffft, there is no way we’re going home, no we’ll continue and we’ll enjoy ourselves damn it.” I huffed. “Good thing I still have a pair of thongs” I hold up my thin worn through Havianas. “If an Aussie gal can’t hike 40km in flip flops then she can’t consider herself a true Aussie.”
So I tie the hiking boots to my back pack increasing the weight a little more but feel relieved to be putting on my trusty old thongs and continue on our merry way up the steep winding mountain trail. 5 hours of continuous uphill hiking and climbing through rugged mountain rocks and ravines, trudging through gullies and rapid water creek crossings, our back packs feeling like a bag of bricks and we finally rock up at a campsite. “Yes! We made it” I scream running to the beautiful soft patch of green grass by the most inviting pebbly creek. I throw off my heavy bags, strip down to my underwear and jump in to cool down. What an accomplishment, we did it, we survived the first day hiking and survived it in thongs. Who said we can’t do this in 2 days? I lay on my back floating down stream as I dream of what a wonderful night’s sleep we will have tonight as we relax in front of the campfire with marshmallows singing campfire songs like kum ba yah.
However, as I look up to the grassy bank my friend is sitting down on a rock looking confused as she turns the map this way and that scratching her head.
“What is it?” I say as I reach for my towel and plonk down beside her ready for a little sun baking. “Um I think this is the campsite we stay at if we were doing the walk in three days, you may want to put your thongs back on as we still have another 12kms to hike!
5 long hours later in the pitch black darkness of night, in the freezing cold wilderness, we half stumble, half crawl to the top of a summit and wearily look down to see a clearing in a valley below.. “guess that’s us “ I manage to croak as a wild dog howls somewhere in the dense bush behind us.
We manage to pitch the hot pink tent and somehow start a fire with the few wet twigs we collect. “That will last us all of an hour” said Tiff as she opens the 1L bottle of Vodka. We won’t have time to cook all the food we brought before the fire goes out so quick drink up, get warm and get some sleep!” We lay there in our sleeping bags shivering as the Vodka started to warm us up again listening to the sounds of the bush surrounding us. “ Ahhhh at least we can listen to nature and have a lovely relaxing sleep, ready for a ripper of a day tomorrow.”
“Grrrrrrrrrrrrr…Orr Orrr Grrrrrrrrr” OMG whats that?” I shriek as I unzip the pink tent and hold my phone light up to see shadows and moving trees.. Grrrrrrrr …There it goes again woah what are these sounds” I say totally freaking out “I thought there was supposed to be serenity out here in the bush at night.” I grabbed a small axe we had from outside the tent and brought it in with me zipping everything up tight we huddled in the corner of our tent and thought of all the things that could sneak up and murder two women sleeping in a pink tent in the middle of the night 24 km in the middle of no where. Every little noise, every movement of the tent in the wind we thought there was no chance in hell we would ever see morning (let alone our families) ever again!
Still wearing thongs we made the start on the second part of the 47km hike towards the infamous Jenolan caves and the mythical Blue Lake an incredible site that was going to make this whole traumatic experience worthwhile! A light at the end of the endless tunnel. So onwards and upwards for us and our weary and exhausted bodies. Once again we made our way uphill, hiking and climbing through rugged mountain rocks and ravines trudging through gullies and rapid water creek crossings we completed 21 more kms, we had reached the top of the ridge, only 2 kms of downhill to reach our end destination, the track opened up a fraction wider as we crossed a dirt road when a four wheeled drive pulls up to alongside us coming to a halting screeching stop in front of us. A man leaps out of the vehicle and all I can think of is Wolf Creek and the inevitable fact that we were about to be bundled into this maniacs truck to be buried alive in the hidden valley of the Blue Mountains never to be seen or heard from ever again!
I start to let out a high pitched scream of desperation when the man strides up to my friend “Hi Hunny, I was so worried about you, I couldn’t get a hold of you on the phone, are you OK? I was about to send a search party out as you PLB signal said you were still in the half way campsite. I was worried the wild dogs may have gotten to you?”
“Oh whoops! We must have left the PLB behind!” she replied half laughing, half crying!
“Jump in the car” he says. “You only have 2 km to go but you can call it a day, just say you’ve done it and I’ll drive you to get some food.” That’s ridiculous, how could we get in the car? We only had 2km of a downhill stroll and we would be there, we would see the caves and swim in the magical blue lake. Of course we will complete what we started and be able to say to everyone we did it.
We looked towards the track heading down to the caves, we looked at the car, we looked at each other and we knew what we had to do. “Where’s the nearest Mc Donalds, we’re bloody starving! My friends husband literally lifted our aching bodies into the four wheeled drive as the lactic acid build up in our bodies turned us to jelly and off we went to cheeseburgers, fries and contemplate the fact I would always be proud of my new legendary status of the girl who walked the 6 foot track in the Blue Mountains in Havianas!