Addicted! Yes, I admit it now. I am addicted. But I cannot do anything about it.
I am addicted to the Bibbulmun. I want to go back. Within two days of leaving the Track, I wanted to go back to the Northern Terminus and start walking south again on the Bibbulmun Track. But I couldn't.
It is also time to confess. I took a tumble coming down from the summit of Mount Cooke. The path was narrow and steep and rocky and I lost my footing and fell. I did not want to tell you about it because I knew if John found out, he would worry.
Now he knows. So I can confess about that too.
He knows because he was with me when I was getting the xray results from my doctor following the consult about the pain and the lump on my back. I have cracked a vertebrae and slipped a disk. Damn!
I guess that explains why I was in so much pain in the last 9-10 days of the trek.
If I am totally honest with myself, I knew I had done some serious damage when I fell, but heck...there was no phone communication on that side of Mt Cooke...so what was I to do? My physio said I should have beehelicoptered out. HELLO! How was I to organise that with no phone connection and walking on my own!!
All I could do at the time was tell myself I was ok, just bruised and grazed and carry on of course!
It also explains why I ached to the point where I felt I was not going to make it into Mundaring. Yes ok!! It is confession time again.
I was 2.4km before Ball Creek campsite and felt I could go no further. I sat down took my boots, socks and pack off and had a cry - on the inside. I was too exhausted and sore to cry on the outside. When two living angels from Disability Services turned up and offered to carry my pack into the Ball Creek camp site for me. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
Now, four weeks later, the struggle against returning to the wilderness has been won, at least for time being, I can once again speak.
Yes, I wanted to go back to the northern terminus and start walking south. The life of the city, the stress, the pressures, the lack of freedom, the lack of being able to listen to the heartbeat of nature was too much. I wanted to return to the wilderness.
Two days after I finished the walk I told Lara "I want to go to the northern terminsu today Lara and start walking to Albany. That is how I feel emotionally and mentally. But physically, I know that cannot do it."
I was in too much pain, and my doctor had demanded that I R-E-S-T, and wear a back brace. He told me he knew that for me he knew REST was four letter word, but it was what I had to do, if I was to heal the damage and the pain in my back. Damn! "Bed rest is what you need, but I know that you won't do that!" he said, "if you want to recover you need to rest!" he warned.
It's not a good time right now for me to rest. We are busy packing and moving our office out of the studio, so that we can rent out the studio. The office is now in our house, and it is only nine days to go before we become gypsies and head overseas to work, research and travel through Europe. How can I R-E-S-T now!
Oh that also means I now have to squeeze hydrotherapy into the schedule to hurry up up the healing process.
We leave in nine days. I want to get everything done. I also want to maintain the fitness I built up walking the Bibbulmun Track. But that won't happen now. Not if I have to rest.
Still we have a lot to look forward to.
We have work in the USA first for three weeks. Then we will be home for a week before we head to Europe. In Europe we have some work in Poland, Hungary, Czech, France, Italy and the UK. In addition we will be researching regional food and how it is marketed and sold through farmers markets across Europe. We will be conducting the research in order to produce a TV series.
So it will be a new venture for us and an exciting one. I am looking forward to it and the new challenge. I just hope my back heals and the fracture does not slow me down too much.
Wish me luck!