The Tassie Gift... A timeless travel through the dark depths of Tasmania's deepest, darkest and most sacred secrets. Exposed to those who may sustain the demands, this journey also exposures treasures deep within yourself you never knew were there. Otherwise noted as the "scenic trip to hell", this route bowties the island covering 1800km and 36,000 vertical meters elevation gain. This is not road touring. No. Rather, this is predominantly offroad occasionally requiring you to pushing your bike though bush, hucking it trees, and carrying it across rivers in a myriad of weather conditions from hot, sunny days to brief snowy storms... Luckily this year half the riders (including me) beat the snow! I gave myself 16 days... 10 days being my best possible effort with good sleep, a cruising pace... and hopefully a bit of luck!
Day 1: Hobart to Ouse - is all my gear intact?
The first ambitious day I aimed for Ouse - 130 miles and ~13,000 ft of climbing rolling out at 6AM - the Grand Depart - with all the Gifters. This day was all about sorting out the gear - is it still on?! Cruising a rocky descent something was bound to fly off and sure enough - there goes one fork bag! Continuing on, leaving the comfort of Hobart, we meandered the Wellington wilderness through the beautiful lands of Styx and along Florentine road - stunning wilderness. A few more climbs in the night and we rolled into Ouse. I sat-up bivvy life in a park... nothing too outside the ordinary beside a big day in the saddle... so far so good! This day was also about mentally turning off the physio brain and - as Tim Leary says - “turn on, tune in, drop out…” into the bike. For the next however-many days I had one job - pedal my face off and have an epic time.
The first ambitious day I aimed for Ouse - 130 miles and ~13,000 ft of climbing rolling out at 6AM - the Grand Depart - with all the Gifters. This day was all about sorting out the gear - is it still on?! Cruising a rocky descent something was bound to fly off and sure enough - there goes one fork bag! Continuing on, leaving the comfort of Hobart, we meandered the Wellington wilderness through the beautiful lands of Styx and along Florentine road - stunning wilderness. A few more climbs in the night and we rolled into Ouse. I sat-up bivvy life in a park... nothing too outside the ordinary beside a big day in the saddle... so far so good! This day was also about mentally turning off the physio brain and - as Tim Leary says - “turn on, tune in, drop out…” into the bike. For the next however-many days I had one job - pedal my face off and have an epic time.
Day 2: Ouse to Mole Creek - Pub food... Whats out there ahead?
Bright and early at 6AM, once again, I gathered supplies at the IGA and rolled out towards The Great Lakes and Miena - more epic hills and bush in the sunshine! Midday-ish, the next couple hours was dedicated to carrying my bike across massive bush without a trail in sight towards to the top of Warner's track - a steep and shally hiking track in the downhill direction. This delivered good times, epic views, and an epic descent followed by a cruisy roll into Mole Creek. No IGA here, so I gathered a pub feed instead. This was an early night after covering 103 miles and ~8,000 feet. I considered rolling on but was unaware of what shelters were ahead... and I was aiming to pace myself... so far so good!
Bright and early at 6AM, once again, I gathered supplies at the IGA and rolled out towards The Great Lakes and Miena - more epic hills and bush in the sunshine! Midday-ish, the next couple hours was dedicated to carrying my bike across massive bush without a trail in sight towards to the top of Warner's track - a steep and shally hiking track in the downhill direction. This delivered good times, epic views, and an epic descent followed by a cruisy roll into Mole Creek. No IGA here, so I gathered a pub feed instead. This was an early night after covering 103 miles and ~8,000 feet. I considered rolling on but was unaware of what shelters were ahead... and I was aiming to pace myself... so far so good!
Day 3: Mole Creek to Trowana - Charge for the West Coast!
With another ambitiously big day ahead, I rolled out at 4:30AM and felt like Lewis and Clark in a quest to the West. The morning was COLD as I climbed, descended and cruised towards Cradle Mountain. A great mate caught up with me, Anthony, and we chatted a bit. He said "I have enough food to Zeehan!" and I thought... "I have food... but maybe not that much." I detoured to Elements Cafe at Cradle Mountain where Dan the Man (taking pics) kept me company over a feed. I filled my bag with heaps of banana bread, snickers, coke, bananas and my new key food - Allen's gummy party mix. Day 3 is always the Day of Acceptance… this is my life for the near future!
With another ambitiously big day ahead, I rolled out at 4:30AM and felt like Lewis and Clark in a quest to the West. The morning was COLD as I climbed, descended and cruised towards Cradle Mountain. A great mate caught up with me, Anthony, and we chatted a bit. He said "I have enough food to Zeehan!" and I thought... "I have food... but maybe not that much." I detoured to Elements Cafe at Cradle Mountain where Dan the Man (taking pics) kept me company over a feed. I filled my bag with heaps of banana bread, snickers, coke, bananas and my new key food - Allen's gummy party mix. Day 3 is always the Day of Acceptance… this is my life for the near future!
Somewhat meandering downhill towards the West Coast, the route crossed many open landscapes of logging territory which reminded me of riding in Oregon - lumber flats everywhere. At this stage, my body was accepting its task and turning into a machine…
Continuing on, I rolled into Trowutta around midnight - just 30 miles outside Arthur's River and the West Coast. I was just at my capacity and therefore, quickly pitched the biv and was out in minutes.
Continuing on, I rolled into Trowutta around midnight - just 30 miles outside Arthur's River and the West Coast. I was just at my capacity and therefore, quickly pitched the biv and was out in minutes.
Day 4: Trowutta to Climes MTB track - West Coast Best Coast
Up at 4:30AM, once again, I wrapped up the rig and rolled out for the day. I was really looking forward this part of the trip - the West Coast. Thirty minutes in I was rolling through thick fog, was still half asleep and managed to fall over in a tiny creek- ha! I thought I saw a reflector move in the darkness of the woods? Was I hallucinating already!? Then heard a "heya!" and I replied with "Oi!" Turned out to be Anthony having a snooze. The day broke through the chilly fog and transitioned into a fantastic day...
Up at 4:30AM, once again, I wrapped up the rig and rolled out for the day. I was really looking forward this part of the trip - the West Coast. Thirty minutes in I was rolling through thick fog, was still half asleep and managed to fall over in a tiny creek- ha! I thought I saw a reflector move in the darkness of the woods? Was I hallucinating already!? Then heard a "heya!" and I replied with "Oi!" Turned out to be Anthony having a snooze. The day broke through the chilly fog and transitioned into a fantastic day...
I carried on with my bad self meandering a magically fairyland rich with lush green ferns, swampiness, hoppers and... a few magically electric fences. The sound of the ocean was near and there it was... Arthur's River and the West Coast - right on time at 9AM. The only shop had just opened offering a few take-aways, bags of chips and giant bags of gummies... I take that party pack of gummies thanks! It was turning into a toasty day so I rolled back the pogies and was stoked to take a magical detour to The Edge of the World just at the coast and take in the beauty.
This was just the best day cruising the Western Explorer road to Tarkine/Corinna smashing lollies, enjoying the heat, paparazzing the locals and taking dips in the rivers to cool off.
The plan was to catch the ferry at Corinna/Tarkine to make the river crossing. Unsure if the ferry stopped going at 5 or 7, I realised I needed to stop faffing at the rivers and ended up sprinting to the ferry at 5pm! My mind was a bit cooked when I rolled up. I saw what appeared to me as a dock for a ferry. I quickly whipped open the door to the canteen and asked "where's the ferry!? It's 5PM!" With looks of curiosity - they informed me the "dock" was in fact the barge and stopped running at 7pm as it was summer! Phew. Gathering myself, ol’ mate Anthony rolled up stoked as hell to see me and the barge. We crossed the river, shared snacks and carried on to Climes Track - the 4x4 off-road/MTB track along the coast. Growing up in southern California with many sunsets at the beach, I was pretty stoked to camp out along Climes. Stoked to have my hands in the sands. And super stoked to watch a West Coast sunset - the sun dipping into the ocean... like a long lost mate I hadn't seen in ages ....
Day 5: Climes track to almost Derwent Bridge
The next morning we sat out around 7AM aiming for Derwent Bridge... but first we had to navigate Zeehan to Queenstown before the long road to D.Bridge. Coke-cola and gummies were the breakfast of champions on this day to settle the stomach. We carried on to Zeehan where we restocked supplies and had a feast in the IGA parking lot. Food never looked so good. Zees to Queens was an epic; we bush pushed for a couple hours followed by surfing white rocks applying MTB skills for the win. We rolled through Q.town and charged up the 50 bends road. I was pretty stoked to climb this as I wanted to do so since the first time I came to this tiny mining town. The long road to D.Bridge was void of cars but stacked with plenty of rolling climbs. We stopped a couple times to ensure the other wasn't going insane and not eating blocks of cheese! Chatted, joked, occasionally sang - things get fun out there on bikes!
Day turned to night and the legs were saying... “Okay mate. It's time!” Found a small outlet on the side of the road and pitched the bivs just outside D.Bridge...
The next morning we sat out around 7AM aiming for Derwent Bridge... but first we had to navigate Zeehan to Queenstown before the long road to D.Bridge. Coke-cola and gummies were the breakfast of champions on this day to settle the stomach. We carried on to Zeehan where we restocked supplies and had a feast in the IGA parking lot. Food never looked so good. Zees to Queens was an epic; we bush pushed for a couple hours followed by surfing white rocks applying MTB skills for the win. We rolled through Q.town and charged up the 50 bends road. I was pretty stoked to climb this as I wanted to do so since the first time I came to this tiny mining town. The long road to D.Bridge was void of cars but stacked with plenty of rolling climbs. We stopped a couple times to ensure the other wasn't going insane and not eating blocks of cheese! Chatted, joked, occasionally sang - things get fun out there on bikes!
Day turned to night and the legs were saying... “Okay mate. It's time!” Found a small outlet on the side of the road and pitched the bivs just outside D.Bridge...
Day 6: Almost Derwent Bridge to Evandale.
6AM we rolled out and rolled through D.Bridge around 7. The Spot Tracker sight showed fellow rider Kyle (CANADA!) had made it to D.Bridge - huge effort! We carried onward to the Great Lakes once again where we stocked up on supplies. Luckily the General Store carried bike things as my flashy managed to fall off at some stage. In a ride like this - some equipment is bound to be sacrificed at some stage. We left the Great Lakes for the last time and meandered out through the hills and down to Evandale. We pitched the bivs in a park... I also realised my giant battery pack only had 10% left?!
6AM we rolled out and rolled through D.Bridge around 7. The Spot Tracker sight showed fellow rider Kyle (CANADA!) had made it to D.Bridge - huge effort! We carried onward to the Great Lakes once again where we stocked up on supplies. Luckily the General Store carried bike things as my flashy managed to fall off at some stage. In a ride like this - some equipment is bound to be sacrificed at some stage. We left the Great Lakes for the last time and meandered out through the hills and down to Evandale. We pitched the bivs in a park... I also realised my giant battery pack only had 10% left?!
Day 7: Evandale to Weldborough (for a recharge... and a beer!)
Evandale departure was 5AM. We rolled out to what else beside a massive hill. I had dreams of ol’ mates back at my home bikeshop - Revolution Bike Shop... I walked in to friends with open arms giving me a massive hug after far too much time away... Climbing the hill I also visited a mental place I hadn't been in years - being a machine. One job in life - pedal. It was a nice place to be. A place I missed. A place I loved…
We made our way to Branxholm, followed by Derby aiming for St. Helens, however, I was not paying much attention to my battery situation. I assumed a 3kg of 50,000mV should be enough for my Garmin and lights right? Nah - 10% remained after last night's charging. I needed accommodation to charge my stuff as I had been biv-life every night so far. Riding full gas through Derby, I had to let Anthony fire ahead without me as I took a moment to consider my situation and options. I remembered from riding Derby shuttle's that the brewery at Weldborough had camping and rooms. Without enough juice to get to St. Helen's I had to stop early at 6pm and was pretty bummed to ride solo and see Canada (Kyle) pass the brewery and also leave me behind. Major highlight was riding Chook Chook MTB trail - as I was frothing for some serious single track.
Evandale departure was 5AM. We rolled out to what else beside a massive hill. I had dreams of ol’ mates back at my home bikeshop - Revolution Bike Shop... I walked in to friends with open arms giving me a massive hug after far too much time away... Climbing the hill I also visited a mental place I hadn't been in years - being a machine. One job in life - pedal. It was a nice place to be. A place I missed. A place I loved…
We made our way to Branxholm, followed by Derby aiming for St. Helens, however, I was not paying much attention to my battery situation. I assumed a 3kg of 50,000mV should be enough for my Garmin and lights right? Nah - 10% remained after last night's charging. I needed accommodation to charge my stuff as I had been biv-life every night so far. Riding full gas through Derby, I had to let Anthony fire ahead without me as I took a moment to consider my situation and options. I remembered from riding Derby shuttle's that the brewery at Weldborough had camping and rooms. Without enough juice to get to St. Helen's I had to stop early at 6pm and was pretty bummed to ride solo and see Canada (Kyle) pass the brewery and also leave me behind. Major highlight was riding Chook Chook MTB trail - as I was frothing for some serious single track.
Day 8: Welbrough to Middle-World East Coast Anxious and unable to sleep, I rolled out at 2:30AM after charging the goods just to be hit with a wall of fatigue at 4AM in drizzles of rain. Pitched the biv for a couple hours and rolled out full gas for the Bay of Fires on the East. Wanted to sleep on the beach but, you know, plans change! Made a quick restocked at St. Helen's IGA and charged the giant climb which stood between me and St. Marys. Joined by Dan himself once again, he smashed up the hill with me smiling the whole time. St. Mary's was the last food/shelter before Triabunna - quite a trek away - so I smashed a feed and carried on.
Aware of not many options for shelter between St. Marys and Triabunna, I carried on anyway knowing some level of rain was coming our way. I hucked my bike over trees for a few hours and climbed a massive climb as thunderstorms loomed, then cracked, flashed and dumped like a waterfall... I meandered a minute searching for a cabin a friend (Eric) told me about and considered staying till the next day to make Triabunna in one go... but failed to find it. Only found a new cabin being built. I reasoned Anthony and Kyle were charging just 10-20ish km ahead... surely I would be okay too.
Aware of not many options for shelter between St. Marys and Triabunna, I carried on anyway knowing some level of rain was coming our way. I hucked my bike over trees for a few hours and climbed a massive climb as thunderstorms loomed, then cracked, flashed and dumped like a waterfall... I meandered a minute searching for a cabin a friend (Eric) told me about and considered staying till the next day to make Triabunna in one go... but failed to find it. Only found a new cabin being built. I reasoned Anthony and Kyle were charging just 10-20ish km ahead... surely I would be okay too.
Rain, rain and more rain. Dark approached. Most of my gear was on and my brain was in survival mode as I descended like I was in a DH race - no double guessing just flowing down the trail far faster than I should be. My research had me turn left to Harding Falls 2km off course for a shelter. However, I was still a few km out. It was dark. Wet. Cold. Tired. I crossed a river in the darkness and came across giant pipes and one was dry inside. I thought “this is where I shall stay.” This was the hardest/darkest moment of the whole ride. Tired, fatigued, hungry, cold. My gear was wet. I chucked it all out on the dry rocks, pitched the biv, changed into my other, mostly dry gear and crawled inside and curled up. I was cold. Alone. Without the ability to call Dylan/anyone for a chat. Falling in and out of sleep a few hours later I heard a vehicle pull up... a door open and thought... this was it. This is how I die. Then I heard in a heavy Australian accent "Kaydee!" It was Dan! It was comforting to know he was there and I was going to be okay. He said he'd make a fire so I stayed in the pipe and came out a bit later to see what was happening... Dano could tell I was quite out of it and noticed my gear was far more wet than I even noticed. He helped dry my stuff by the fire and didn't let me burn it to pieces at the same time. I started feeling human again and we chatted about life, the universe, and his EPIC Jeep until I passed out around 1AM next to a cozy, giant fire. 6AM I woke up to the voice of Nic Skews - mate for the Hunt 1000! - he returned my plastic baggie with my debit card, ID and cash I didn’t even know I had dropped. He had ridden through the night without stopping because he did not want to pitch his gear and get it wet!
Nic rolled out... I packed my gear and had a good cry - good ol' Dano saw me at my lowest point ever on any bike adventure.
Day 9: East coast to RunnyMede One pedal stroke at a time. My toosh - sore. My eyes - puffy. I think I was hungry? Caught up with Nic for a bit till he decided to just roll out his mat and literally have a nap on the side of the road - after pulling an all nighter - well deserved. So I carried on following the tracks of Kyle (CANADA!) and Anthony. The track finally started going downward and I finally rolled into Triabunna - yes! I was very grateful to be out of the East wilderness and to be entering more familiar territory ahead - approaching my Hobart riding radius.
Rolled into Orford and stopped at the IGA for a feed. I'll never forget wandering about the IGA in hunger having no idea what to eat. I gave Dylan at home a buzz in tears of fatigue and he told me to buy whatever food sounded good, eat all of it and to get after it as the rain was returning the next day... So unless I wanted to camp in the cold and rain again, I better get as far as possible and aim to finish the next day. I spread out my gear to dry in the now sunny evening weather and feasted on a can-o-beans, tuna, yogurt, fancy crackers with hummus, coke and green juice. I realised I didn't actually eat much of anything the previous night or that morning. I also must have looked pretty rough as a bloke asked if I needed help and if I had a place to go!
I packed my rig, carried on and felt like a new person after my picnic in the sun. Also, having sat in every possible position on my saddle, I figured I should chuck my beanie on the seat and bam - so much better! I smashed my way ahead. I rolled through Nugent and knew the end was near... yet still so far. The aim was to ride till midnight and was I ever getting loopy near the end. Riding the forest with turns left and right surrounded by wombats and wallabies had me feeling like Alice in Wonderland following magical Garmin mome raths. I rolled into Runnymede just at midnight. This is it. Here on the side of this road I passed out peering up to the most beautifully clear starry night sky. Surly Kyle and Anthony can't be that far ahead - ever since stopping to recharge batteries, both had consistently been 10-20 km ahead.
Rolled into Orford and stopped at the IGA for a feed. I'll never forget wandering about the IGA in hunger having no idea what to eat. I gave Dylan at home a buzz in tears of fatigue and he told me to buy whatever food sounded good, eat all of it and to get after it as the rain was returning the next day... So unless I wanted to camp in the cold and rain again, I better get as far as possible and aim to finish the next day. I spread out my gear to dry in the now sunny evening weather and feasted on a can-o-beans, tuna, yogurt, fancy crackers with hummus, coke and green juice. I realised I didn't actually eat much of anything the previous night or that morning. I also must have looked pretty rough as a bloke asked if I needed help and if I had a place to go!
I packed my rig, carried on and felt like a new person after my picnic in the sun. Also, having sat in every possible position on my saddle, I figured I should chuck my beanie on the seat and bam - so much better! I smashed my way ahead. I rolled through Nugent and knew the end was near... yet still so far. The aim was to ride till midnight and was I ever getting loopy near the end. Riding the forest with turns left and right surrounded by wombats and wallabies had me feeling like Alice in Wonderland following magical Garmin mome raths. I rolled into Runnymede just at midnight. This is it. Here on the side of this road I passed out peering up to the most beautifully clear starry night sky. Surly Kyle and Anthony can't be that far ahead - ever since stopping to recharge batteries, both had consistently been 10-20 km ahead.
Day 10: Runny Mead to Hobart.
The final day. 6AM start. Wrap it up. The rain began along with the last few massive climbs. Leaving Bagdad, my beanie slipped off my seat and I was devastated. My favorite DexShell beanie. I felt I had lost a family member left out to die on the road... (I drove back the next day and found it!). I was later joined by Dan and Emma herself!! Taking pics and cheering me on - glad to see some smiling faces!
I charged the last climb in the rain - it was cool, literally - and I was calculting just how little food I had carry. The never ending upward bush meander carried on until a rocky descent ensured your skills on slick rocks were still sharp as a tack - a few areas were literally like riding down a waterfall. I finally popped out onto a road and descended into New Norfolk for the final pit stop at Eagle Snack Bar in New Norfolk. Potato cakes and a hot chocolate for the win - the only hot food this whole trip beside the chicken sandwich in Mole Creek and a latte at Cradle Mountain. Potato cakes and coco warmed my hands and soul for the last and final climb- the Zigzag trail.
Slowly pedaling away I had a moment - I had spent a great amount of time with you Tassie. Listening to your creatures, birds, sounds - mostly waterfalls and creeks. Learning your wild ways and deepest secrets. Indulging in your beauty. I felt I had made a close friend that had brought out the best and my favorite part of me…
Atop the zig-zag my Garmin reported "no more climbs". I descended and popped out onto the rail trail where I previously ridden my last big ride in preparation for this event four weeks prior. During that ride I thought about how surprised, happy, proud and lucky I would be if I rolled down the rail trail having finished the Tassie Gift… and here I was!
Not expecting anyone to be at the brewery, I rolled in to find mates there to welcome me home. Dylans, Anthony, Dan, Emma, Eric, dot watchers and a few others. We all sat down for a beer, food and shared stories. Favorite story - writing "CANADA!" in the sand with a few gummy worms for Kyle behind us on his B-day!
The final day. 6AM start. Wrap it up. The rain began along with the last few massive climbs. Leaving Bagdad, my beanie slipped off my seat and I was devastated. My favorite DexShell beanie. I felt I had lost a family member left out to die on the road... (I drove back the next day and found it!). I was later joined by Dan and Emma herself!! Taking pics and cheering me on - glad to see some smiling faces!
I charged the last climb in the rain - it was cool, literally - and I was calculting just how little food I had carry. The never ending upward bush meander carried on until a rocky descent ensured your skills on slick rocks were still sharp as a tack - a few areas were literally like riding down a waterfall. I finally popped out onto a road and descended into New Norfolk for the final pit stop at Eagle Snack Bar in New Norfolk. Potato cakes and a hot chocolate for the win - the only hot food this whole trip beside the chicken sandwich in Mole Creek and a latte at Cradle Mountain. Potato cakes and coco warmed my hands and soul for the last and final climb- the Zigzag trail.
Slowly pedaling away I had a moment - I had spent a great amount of time with you Tassie. Listening to your creatures, birds, sounds - mostly waterfalls and creeks. Learning your wild ways and deepest secrets. Indulging in your beauty. I felt I had made a close friend that had brought out the best and my favorite part of me…
Atop the zig-zag my Garmin reported "no more climbs". I descended and popped out onto the rail trail where I previously ridden my last big ride in preparation for this event four weeks prior. During that ride I thought about how surprised, happy, proud and lucky I would be if I rolled down the rail trail having finished the Tassie Gift… and here I was!
Not expecting anyone to be at the brewery, I rolled in to find mates there to welcome me home. Dylans, Anthony, Dan, Emma, Eric, dot watchers and a few others. We all sat down for a beer, food and shared stories. Favorite story - writing "CANADA!" in the sand with a few gummy worms for Kyle behind us on his B-day!
This was the hardest thing I had ever done on my bicycle and I was indebtedly grateful to be able to ride, survive, finish and have a good time. Managing to plan and finish an event like this is a mad accomplishment as there are many things that can stop you in your tracks or even stop you from getting to the start line. Just like racing, this was a luxury to have the time, health and resources! Mad planning, route researching and training... and even then a few things popped up... like irritating my meniscus as I stood and pedalled on Day 6 that kept me in the saddle until the last day. Learned heaps, met amazing peeps and look forward to more epic bike-packing adventures.
Thanks Tassie Gift for the challenge and good time. AND congrats to all you stokers out there that gave this a crack and to those who followed along watching dots!
Photos: Some by Dano and other by Me via GoPro #GoPro
Thanks Tassie Gift for the challenge and good time. AND congrats to all you stokers out there that gave this a crack and to those who followed along watching dots!
Photos: Some by Dano and other by Me via GoPro #GoPro
If your interested...
Day 1: 131 mi, 13,415 ft, 16 hours
Day 2: 103 mi, 7,907 ft, 11.5 hours
Day 3: 136 mi, 10,965 ft, 16 hours
Day 4: 129mi, 13,179 ft, 13 hours
Day 5: 98 mi, 12,320 ft, 11.5 hours
Day 6: 131 mi, 9,537 ft, 12 hours
Day 7: 86 mi, 9,373 ft, 11 hours
Day 8: 104 mi, 10,141ft, 16 hours
Day 9: 109 mi, 11,240 ft, 15 hours
Day 10: 102 mi, 11,237 ft, 13 hours
Food of choice:
Coca-cola (A must), Allen's gummy party mix, tuna/hummus sandwichs, bananas, kiwis, banana bread, up+gos, oat/museli bars, boxed coffees and a myriad of other things!
P.s.s I hope you enjoyed reading this Grandpa!!
Day 1: 131 mi, 13,415 ft, 16 hours
Day 2: 103 mi, 7,907 ft, 11.5 hours
Day 3: 136 mi, 10,965 ft, 16 hours
Day 4: 129mi, 13,179 ft, 13 hours
Day 5: 98 mi, 12,320 ft, 11.5 hours
Day 6: 131 mi, 9,537 ft, 12 hours
Day 7: 86 mi, 9,373 ft, 11 hours
Day 8: 104 mi, 10,141ft, 16 hours
Day 9: 109 mi, 11,240 ft, 15 hours
Day 10: 102 mi, 11,237 ft, 13 hours
Food of choice:
Coca-cola (A must), Allen's gummy party mix, tuna/hummus sandwichs, bananas, kiwis, banana bread, up+gos, oat/museli bars, boxed coffees and a myriad of other things!
P.s.s I hope you enjoyed reading this Grandpa!!