1770 to Hervey Bay

It feels longer since the last update. Time is passing too fast as I walk through some of the most beautiful places in Australia.

“Where has been your favourite place?” is one of the questions people often ask. It is impossible to chose only one place. If I consider all the places made special for the people I meet, a specific location or an entire region, cultural richness, serenity, beauty, sublime rugged wilderness and those adventitious unplanned experiences “favourite” falls into many categories.

The entire east coast of Australia is one of my favourite places, many more are scattered along it and as I walk I am finding new favourites to return to. Sometimes I love a place so much, and know I will return that I hold back from saturating my experience with activity. Rather, I saturate my heart and mind with an invocation of sensory memory and leave a few things to discover and try next time.

Now, where did I make it to in the last update… Spectacular Agnes Water and 1770! So much has happened since then.

On the way out of Agnes Water I visited a couple more places of interest including the Paperbark Walk protected by Bush Heritage Australia. It is a short easy walk through an incredible sample of lush tea tree forest. There is restricted mobility access as some of the walk is across stepping stones where it floods in wet season. If mozzies like you then go prepared.

My intention that afternoon was to walk down the 8km beach from Red Rock to Wreck Rock but it was blowing a strong sandblasting headwind. I tried the official 4WD track instead but after a couple of vehicles covered me in sand and dirt I turned back to the Reedy Creek track and followed the trail along the poleline through Deepwater National Park to Deepwater locality.

When I reached the road again I called into one of the first bush blocks to ask for some drinking water. I didn’t think I was going to make my destination that night so it was safest to refill where I spotted rain tanks. Deb and Bob, Archie, Rusty, Mischief, Rocky, Tassie, Lucky and Lily (the last 7 are dogs) gave me the best kind of spontaneous Aussie hospitality with a hot cup of coffee, great conversation and sent me away loaded up with fresh fruit from their orchard.

Further down the road, as dusk began, I stopped for a chat roadside with Kim Dwyer, her daughter and friend. I was licked and leaned on for rubs by Bear, Izzy and Kemo (not humans). The sun set so they offered me a converted bedroom in their shed and as I indulged in a hot shower they prepared extra dinner so I could join the family. It was a wonderful night.

Twice lucky, or much more, especially if you ask the locals about the packs of wild dogs and pigs attacking people in the bush around  Deepwater!!! It was better to be blissfully ignorant so I could focus my attention 100% on the beautiful bushland without responding to every grunt, growl and twig snap. 

Actually, I am very fortunate to have a brain which picks up on any potential danger as I sleep (or daydream), like subtle changes in sound, smell, wind direction, environmental changes and wakes me if there might be a threat. For example, in the outback I wouldn’t wake for passing vehicles but if they slowed down I half woke and if they stopped my adrenaline immediately set my heart racing and ready to act. Same would happen if my brain smelled cigarette smoke but whenever that happened I could hear the car the smoke trailed out from continuing away in the distance and shut down the adrenaline. My sleeping brain learnt to differentiate between human and non-human foot/hoof/paw fall and woke me only if it heard human. I mention all this only because the night I camped in Deepwater NP I half woke up thinking I could smell a wild boar and dismissed it. The next day I saw tracks and scats for many animals including small deer but not pig and the grunting I heard I dismissed as emu drumming. I probably had a few close encounters but they had no particular interest in me after their stealth midnight camp inspection. I was not so fortunate a week later south of Burrum Heads but more on that later.

Rules Beach and Baffle Creek are place names that have been sitting in my head for years patiently waiting their turn to feel significant. Have you ever felt something is important but with no logical reason, like a hunch or gut feeling? As I walked to Rules Beach I tried not to think of what awaited me, which didn’t work so for entertainment I made up the most outrageous scenarios. Matt Damon was going to be there with his family and invite me to share an adventure story with his daughters, I was going to bump into an old lover (one of the nice ones), a football sized gold nugget would trip me over or I was about to meet my next life coach. None of that happened. It was a long sweeping quiet beach with one family building castles and someone way off in the distance walking into the surf spray.

Baffle Creek Caravan Park is a beaut spot. They host mostly grey nomads during the winter migration and families during the holidays. It is clean, friendly, excellent facilities, well laid out and shaded. It is a well kept secret so this information is just between us, okay. Sally donated 2 nights of camping! Thank you!

Leaving Baffle Creek I had two options, to walk back out towards the highway until I found the bridge over Baffle or wait down at the caravan park’s private boat ramp and ask for a lift across to Rocky Point. On the way out of my campsite I stopped for a chat with my neighbours, Pat, Neil and Vince who also happened to arrive at the boat ramp 10 minutes later, at the same time as I did, so my lift was sorted. Thank you!

At this early stage of the walk my feet were starting to have trouble. The right Achilles tendonitis and plantar fasciitus were flaring up due to the road camber inflaming the pelvic imbalance. The left had some blisters. One was 7cm long and infected so bad I couldn’t fit the boot on properly, it later swelled up more and forced me to stop for 2 days but before that happened I had enough sense to get a lift for the 50 remaining kilometres into Bundaberg.

It was a very quiet road between Winfield/Rocky Point and Rosedale Rd hobbling along 10kms and into the Littabella Conservation Park. If I wasn’t surrounded by all that sweet fragrant blossoming sclerophyll bushland it would have become a lot harder psychologically to hold it together. Anytime I need to make these compromises I feel defeated. After my 10km rest break I continued on but as I heard a vehicle approach I stuck out my hitch hiking thumb and hoped for the best.

Cliff Grills, a true blue born and bred Winfield local pulled over and gave me a lift to town. On the way we made a quick side trip into the bush behind his brother’s block to cut firewood and had a good yarn. Thanks Cliff!

Bundaberg is a strange place for me. It holds good memories and some I’d rather forget. Many years ago as I travelled with my ex-husband we stopped here to do some harvest trail work. I became very sick with 2 infected wisdom teeth pushing through and needed to go to hospital. Unlucky for me it was the same hospital Dr Patel (aka Dr Death) worked in. If you don’t know the story you have probably heard similar stories in other countries where someone pretends to be a doctor and somehow gets away with it for years while destroying lives and killing patients through malpractice. The day I went in to have the wisdom teeth removed they were overloaded and hours behind schedule so he volunteered to take a shift in the dental ward. Remember he was not a doctor let alone a dentist but he decided to take my teeth out under local anesthesia. It was an extended directors cut horror movie, the 3(!) nurses assisting were alarmed and tried to intervene which made him more aggressive. Needless to say he did a lot of physical and psychological damage, including bruises where he dug his knee into me for leverage. Even now, when I looked down the road towards the hospital I started involuntarily shaking. I hope if I return to Bundaberg again I can continue building on the good memories and wipe away the trauma.

Since Bundaberg I have been trying harder to stay off any cambered roads and using beaches, 4WD/dirt bike tracks, fire breaks and pole lines between towns and localities. Mostly this works, sometimes the tracks disappear or are blocked by private property fences. Sometimes the road is the only option. All the small country back roads are quiet so I can switch camber from right to left or walk down the centre when i can’t hear any approaching traffic. This helps prevent the pelvic imbalance getting worse. N.B. all states legislate pedestrians walk on the righthand side facing traffic where no paths are available. (Terra sub clause – just use your common sense and don’t be a traffic hazard)

Walking between Burrum Heads and Hervey Bay I spent a lot of time walking through the bush. It is never a short cut because these tracks are often soft and sandy, meander, require a bit of off trail navigation and beautifully distracting. I had a close encounter with wild pigs on one of these tracks. I smelt them first (they don’t have a dirty farm sty smell, it is more an earthy savory biscuit smell) which meant I was downwind, a good thing. Then I spotted the fresh split hoof tracks on the trail, one large set and 3 small. I slowed down hoping not to catch up with a sow and her young but I came around a corner and they were right there, only meters away! They were probably more startled than I was but I didn’t hang around to find out, I bolted! I don’t mind a bit of excitement in my life but this was a bit too much.

By the way, Burrum Heads is really nice! It is a quiet seaside community which doubles in size during school holidays and is a popular winter destination for grey nomads. The best place to find good coffee and meals is at Julie and Ian’s cafe/takeaway A Taste of Burrum. I really appreciated their support while I stopping in town overnight.

Arriving in Hervey Bay felt good.

Sandra Moran is a strong, inspiring, deeply passionate woman campaigning for suicide prevention. We have been supporting each other’s projects to help end stigma and get people talking, reaching out for help. It was good to finally meet, share our stories, hug, cry and feel the love. Sandra’s charity is called Jaie’s Journey and can be followed through her blog, Instagram and Facebook.

Fraser Lodge Holiday Park donated an unpowered tent site at Torquay. I was quite impressed by how respectful and considerate everyone was of each others peace and privacy, especially during school holidays. It was a nice, clean place to camp and the staff were very helpful and friendly. Thank you!

While I stopped over in Hervey Bay I swapped all my synthetic clothes back to bamboo. I found everything at Go Natural Foods a couple of blocks away from the holiday park and they gave me a discount too! I have been feeling a bit foolish since prioritising weight and drying time over pong resistance. I had been using Boody bamboo clothing for years but they weigh a lot and take forever to dry and I was fed up with that so I replaced the worn out old stuff with cheap bonds products. I had no idea until I returned to walking in the heat just how amazingly pong resistant the Boody bamboo had been (not sponsored). Smell and hygiene are sensitive issues for me, even when I had to go a week between washing while walking through the outback. Because I carry only one change of clothes I wear the first set for 3 or 4 days. So, I am once again a natural fibre advocate. This is also the best choice for the environment as synthetic clothing releases microfibres into the water with every wash which take as long as plastic to breakdown.

Psychologically I have stepped over a line. There is relief knowing the most remote parts of this walk are behind me. Anytime from this point south I venture into wilderness is for pleasure rather than necessity. As a tree hugging plant powered bleeding heart hippie it is also good to be through the cattle and mining intense regions. It is hard to explain the compassion fatigue that results from daily exposure to the things which make your heart ache. Without a friend beside me to talk to and being out of phone range most of the time I carried that pain all the way. I won’t ever wish for a harder heart, apathy or ignorance but I do wish I had more effective coping skills when there was nobody to reach out to or calling me to check in on my wellbeing. If you know someone who has taken on a tough challenge which is going to require everything they have and more, physical, emotional and psychological resilience and strength beyond most people’s comprehension, solitude, isolation and huge personal sacrifice please don’t ever assume their family, some invisible team of supporters or their charity organisation are looking out for them. Be a good friend and check in on them, send them your encouragement and love. You may be the only person who does and it will mean so much to them. Believe me.

I have written this blog during a rest day half way through the Fraser Island Great Walk. It is a truly remarkable place on Earth and I look forward to sharing it with you next weekend when I reach Rainbow Beach.


On change…

I am glad the walk has taken this long. The time has given many more opportunities for personal growth as well as a broader appreciation and awareness of my country, people and my place in it. 

Often I wished I had walked faster and pushed on through all seasons so I could move on, to other adventures and different human-powered travel (: In reality, if I rushed I would not have enjoyed it half as much and the valuable process of change would have been lost.

Likewise, I am grateful the support vehicle side of the walk fell away during the early planning stage. Without a support crew I have had far more meaningful interactions, learn to ask for help and felt protected by community. Most importantly, I have met people (and continue meeting people) who will always have a special place in my heart.

An handful of supporters are still following the walk since I started collecting forum advice back in 2011. It has evolved and been through some big setbacks and changed. When I needed a year off and went through the lengthy public health system to have 3 tumours removed and an hysterectomy in 2013 many early supporters assumed it was all over but the walk had only begun and my motivation grew stronger while waiting.

Originally I wanted to walk 32,000kms in 7 years and do lots of presentations everywhere. I quickly discovered I was not a public speaker and without support and training it was easier to limit myself to fun, active, succinct talks with small groups and classes sharing a genuine interest in what I had to share.

I’d love to be trained in pubic speaking and I would love to share the things I have experienced while walking around Australia. I want to empower everyone to live their dreams, dream big and live an adventurous life. There is so much in my heart I want to share and I hope one day someone will teach me how to.

I think the greatest changes I made for my mental wellbeing were the distance and fundraising targets. As soon as I halved the time and distance a huge weight lifted. 7 years and 32,000kms was doing my head in. Just a simple 16,000km lap, in my own time, felt good and now I’m out of the tropics there is no need to race the monsoon build-up to a destination. It feels like my entire being can breathe with freedom of space and time.

Of the many things this walk has taught me ’embracing change’ has been one of the most useful.

Week 1

I’ll let the photos do most of the talking (:

Sometimes I um and ah about side trips, especially I have not heard any recommendations. So it was a pleasant surprise when I discovered a local secret, Tannum Sands. The walk/bike track all g Boyne River was equally as beautiful. I met Jan and Karl from Scotts Head who invited me to rest for a chat and cuppa.

There was a section of highway I skipped to get to 1770 and Agnes Water but I stopped in Benaraby, a small community about 20kms south of Gladstone.

This is my favourite part of the dry season. It is cool, low humidity, perfect weather everyday and the paperbarks are in bloom. The fragrance is intoxicating and frenetic bird and bee activity in the paperbarks is mesmerising.

Since 1998 I have dreamt of visiting the Town of 1770 and on Thursday my dream came true. In the late 1990’s I lived on a yacht at Marina Mirage on the Gold Coast and the owner came from up this way. He would reminisce for hours about this part of the coast, especially 1770 and Agnes Water. I fell in love with a place I had never seen until this week and I exceeded my expectations!

You can walk all the way from Agnes Water to the 1770 Headland but if you’re feeling lazy there are a few carparking bays to take shorter 1km section walks to the butterflies, lookouts and beaches.

I met a beautiful family from Tambourine Mountain who walked with me to their camp and we had a cuppa in the sunshine sitting on the beach. Sue, Majeed, Kian and Layla have invited me to stay with them on my way south. Thank you!

When I made a rough itinerary and started sending out accommodation requests I jokingly wondered if I would be blessed with a sponsorship from a spa resort. Lagoons 1770 Spa Resort made another dream come true!

Lagoons 1770 is something special! Initially they donated 1 night but after a terrible night of back problems and waking with spasms each time I tried moving I called the local chiropractor and explained my predicament. I was expecting to pay for the second night but Lagoons 1770 very generously sponsored a second night. Wow! How awesome is that!

It is a really beautiful resort in a perfect destination. If you are planning a visit to Agnes Water and 1770 spoil yourself.

This morning, as I enjoy the clear, clean sunlight reflecting off the pool while indulging in my last real coffee for the next week I am grateful for everything I have and have been given. I am well and rested, the back is behaving and more beautiful places wait for me to find them

Day One (of the last leg)

This morning I return to The Happy Walk after 7 months recovery break feeling good about it.

With only about 2,900kms remaining I am not concerned about time, deadlines, racing the seasons and especially not breaking any personal distance records.

This year the walk will be relaxed, setting comfortable distances and achievable goals. This year I’m number one. My wellness and wellbeing will come first. Not a new concept but something I have never applied seriously before.

Throughout this leg of the walk I will be seeking support and sponsors who can help me stay focused, balanced and strong through wellness therapies, chiro and physiotherapy. It is my nature to push myself as far beyond my limits as I can before my body or mind snap. This is not the smart way to do things so I need to rewire my brain for self-care and responding appropriately to warnings. I’m proud of my mensa IQ but this doesn’t automatically translate to high emotional or body intelligence quotas. In fact, on these levels I am like a child.
For this reason I am prioritising self-care as one of this years personal growth goals and there is no better place to learn than in the environment where I find it most convenient to ignore my own needs.

On Thursday and Friday I attended the Happiness & Its Causes conference with my brother and sister-in-law, Steve and Sil, in Sydney. It was amazing! Beth Phelan, the organiser extraordinaire of Vijrayana Institute Conferences made this possible. Thank you Beth!

Many of the presenters have given me plenty to think about as I walk and I’ll share a few of their insights and research with you through Instagram stories.

I haven’t tried this Instagram story thing before so please bear with a week or so of mistakes. I’ll still post to the normal feed as usual.

I’m feeling well rested after a luxurious night in Gladstone Mercure. I felt like a queen! Thank you to Craig and the staff for sponsoring The Happy Walk and looking after me in Gladstone. I arrived exhausted and almost missed dinner because I fell asleep as soon as I stretched out on the giant bed. They even made a personalised room card!!!

Writing this is now becoming a procrastination. I need to get going. I can’t guarantee how often I blog, I’ll try as often as I get free wifi.

If you would like to catch up as I walk down the coast please email me at thehappywalker@gmail.com and we’ll try to catch up. When I reach Newcastle in October I will be completing the “solo” lap of Australia and, if you want to plan ahead a bit, from there to Canberra I welcome walking buddies to join me for a day or two, especially along the Great North Walk.

I hope to meet more supporters along the way so don’t be shy, come say “Hi!”


In one week I will be walking the first day of the final section of The Happy Walk and I am more nervous than ever before.

This leg and the distances planned for each day are almost half that of the last 3 years. Returning to backpacking is a shift back to my comfort zone. Leaving the highway for the bush and beach will be beautiful and refreshing. So what am I nervous about?

I can’t put my finger on it. It might be my current poor fitness level but I know from experience this doesn’t last long once I get going. It might be a fear of pain and exhaustion resulting from living in chronic pain for nearly a year but I know it is an irrational fear because I naturally have a very high pain tolerance and an ultra athlete’s ability to block it. 

Could it be something as silly as switching airlines loyalty to Qantas because they offer vegan meal options after flying Virgin domestic for 18 years who won’t cater for vegans? 

It could be the imminent end of a project which started as a dream 7 years ago and has demanded everything I owned, everything I was to be sacrificed, sold, released, all my strength and commitment poured into the cause and giving back. This walk has been my life, my identity, my single goal since 2010. Maybe I’m afraid I will not be able to turn the lessons, experiences, insight and fervour into something useful and empowering. 

I want this to be the beginning of something which can empower Women, inspire Adventure, teach respect for Earth, protect Wilderness and explore humans as part of Nature. All I have given up, worked for and received, the joys, exhilaration, failures, begging, tears and achievements during The Happy Walk are the foundation for something much bigger. Yes, I’m nervous about this. What comes next will push me further than I have ever been before. 

It is exciting and I will spend many hours of each day dreaming but until I reach Canberra I’m still walking around Australia. After about almost 3 decades of solo multi day/week/month bushwalking I’m getting pretty experienced at it so now it is time to put aside concern for the future and have full confidence in my bushcraft, strong mind and capable body.

I can do this!

Authorised Fundraiser

Since 2012 I have been a fundraiser for Lifeline.

While walking 1,250kms around Tasmania I asked Lifeline if I could help them to say thanks for the help they gave me.

There are many excellent fundraising events happening throughout Australia but a few frauds mean we need proof of authority to fundraise.

Before beginning the walk around Australia I set up a fundraising account with GoFundraise. It is an online platform. All donations go directly to Lifeline, including every cash donation entrusted to me as I walk. I have a separate crowdfunding page to help with the walking costs.

Please support my walk for Lifeline and tap this link 😀



I hope this newsletter finds you well.

In less than 2 weeks I will be enjoying the first days of the final 2,900km east coast leg of this epic 16,000+km walk around Australia for Lifeline.

I have minimised my online activity to only 4 places making it easier for both you and me. WordPress blog, Instagram, my crowdfund campaign and the Lifeline fundraising account.

The blog is now the main information hub and website for The Happy Walk. 


Here is where I will share regular photos and updates about the walk, scenery, people, places and sponsors as well as occasional thoughts and ideas. If you have the old website thehappywalk(dot)com, which has been active since 2011, bookmarked it won’t work anymore because the domain host has locked it and I have no access. It is free to subscribe to my WordPress blog.

For all the photos and quick daily updates (phone range permitting) please follow The Happy Walk on the free Instagram app.


The crowdfund campaign for The Happy Walk helps cover the costs of basic needs that are not donated. If you can contribute please visit my GoFundMe page. If you can’t donate please share the link so others can. This is the only active crowdfunder for The Happy Walk so please ignore google search if it gives you another.


The last website is the GoFundraise Lifeline fundraising page. I have been fundraising for Lifeline for more than 4 years. I’m not the world’s greatest networker so it is also one of the slowest fundraisers in the history of fundraising. The target has been changed twice from an unrealistic $1M then an ambitious $100,000 and finally a more realistic $20,000. This target has been reached through online and cash donations and supporters of The Happy Walk, Lifeline and suicide prevention can continue donating until the end of the walk. Each donation goes directly to Lifeline and they are using my fundraiser to help their 131114 24/7 mental health crisis hotline. You can donate anonymously if you prefer and it is tax deductible in Australia.


Please share these links with anyone who may be interested in the walk or cause or might like to help.

Thank you to everyone who has already helped The Happy Walk. If you can help during this leg of the walk with safe accommodation, food, water and sports therapy don’t hesitate to contact me.

There is a lot of happy news to share!

The Australian Geographic Society have selected The Happy Walk as one of their adventure project sponsorship recipients. This is a big deal for me. It feels like finally being recognised as part of Australia’s adventure community. I’ll definitely be milking it for as long as it lasts. The walk will be mentioned in their magazine on the Society page and after I finish I’ll write them a detailed report which could potentially become a story for the Outdoor or Australian Geographic publications. The sponsorship will help me subscribe to the magazine so I don’t miss my story or those of other sponsored members.



In the next 5-6 months I will walk a meandering path down the east coast along beaches, bushwalks, fire trails, 4WD tracks and back roads avoiding the highways altogether. There are maps and a rough itinerary on the blog.



To walk many of the offroad terrains between the ocean and mountains I am leaving Dory, my bright blue/yellow barrow at THW Basecamp II and carrying an awesome ultralight Luxmore 45L backpack made from D40 Dyneema cuban fibre sponsored by Wilderness Threadworks. https://www.wildernessthreadworks.com/

On the 21st of June I leave THW Basecamp I for Sydney where I will attend the Happiness & Its Causes conference with my brother and his wife. 

Happiness & Its Causes gifted me 2 complimentary tickets so I decided to delay the final leg and fly to Gladstone from Sydney on the 24th. I attended their 2012 conference and it was a buzz, I walked away with some new life skills and loads of enriching information and stories. In 2012 it was also 2 days before an important walk, my solo 150km Sydney Coast Walk, the first training walk for The Happy Walk. This year I will be starting the last leg on another happiness high. http://www.happinessanditscauses.com.au/

I have a boot sponsor!!! Barefoot Inc Australia have donated 2 pairs of Inov8 Roclite 325 GTX ultralight boots. They are incredibly comfortable, waterproof, good arch support and vegan. http://barefootinc.com.au/

Dirty Hippie Cosmetics is another amazing new sponsor organising regular supplies of organic, handmade, cruelty free soap and shampoo bars, sunscreen with insect repellent, deodorant paste, cooling foot and warm muscle balms. Everything made here is sustainably geared and produced with green energy, even the packaging is recyclable, refillable and compostable. https://www.etsy.com/au/shop/dirtyhippiecosmetics

Leaving the highways and roads and walking through national parks and conservation areas beyond phone range means I need to start carrying maps to safely navigate the trails and tracks. I’m an old-school map and compass hiker. Although I have tried GPS navigation I much prefer unfolding a topographic map and seeing 20-50kms of my path with detailed terrain laid out in front of me rather than a palm sized screen. I trust my map skills but I don’t trust electronic gadgets in the bush, a map and compass don’t need batteries or recharging and don’t break if dropped.

I was recommended a store called Coast Maps and Charts who have assisted other long distance expeditions in Australia and overseas. It is a small business with a penchant for thoroughness, detail and service. Coast Maps have also offered me a discount because I’m buying all my maps for QLD, NSW, ACT through them. http://www.coastmaps.com.au/

I have good health news! I am well! 

Since November, after being forced to rest due to physical injury and mental illness I have experience the healing power of Nature and learnt most of my injuries, including depression and anxiety, were all directly linked to a twisted pelvis. The longer I tried pushing myself without chiropractic examination and treatment the more it twisted until I started passing out from pain. The exhaustion associated with all this almost destroyed me. If it wasn’t for a small core group of people, their presence, support and treatment I wouldn’t have had the strength to stay focused on this goal.

In February I started travelling to the mountains but was forced to stop when the back spasms started dropping me to the ground (literally). In early March I finally made it back “home” into the Kosciuszko National Park. With great care not to aggravate the back I hiked to several places offtrack, between 1,700 – 2,200m altitude, for solitude and recovery. It had been 7 years since I was last in these mountains which have been home physically and spiritually for many years. 

With no other place on Earth do I feel more familiar and a part of the wilderness and wildness. The psychological healing began as soon as I arrived and was swift and complete. My body released a lot of tension and the twisted pelvis, braced firmly by my backpack hip belt, gave me little grief while I hiked through wilderness exploring new and visiting old favourite places. I was lucky to be camped in the first Autumn snows.

After sensing the back was not going to fix itself before I intended on resuming this walk and I was not going to acclimatise to subzero camping quickly enough I returned to Mid-North Coast where I was diagnosed and treated by Brett at Camden Haven Chiropractic. Not sponsored but I am impressed enough by the results to mention him.

I want to make a confession. This paragraph has been re-written many times in the last week. I don’t feel comfortable sharing it but I have tried to be as honest and transparent as possible throughout this entire walk and personal journey of recovery, hope. health and happiness. It might attract criticism but I don’t care. It was hell being bed-bound in constant 24/7 physical, psychological, emotional agony, wanting to die while knowing it was irrational and feeling like an absolute hypocrite through it all. During this break I did not take care of myself physically and fell back on food addiction to cope, putting on 30kg. It is an unhealthy vice I have used since depression and PTSD began almost 38 years ago. No matter how strong I am or how much healing and “letting go” I do, this still happens. Unfortunately, my mental illnesses require daily management and lots of self-love and therapy. I’m not good with people or affection so discipline, solitude and Nature immersion are essential to my holistic health. This situation, the injuries and relapses, resulted from a lack of self-care and ignoring anyone who suggested I stop. I’ll never be psychologically ready to stop this walk, the next walk and any other challenge I set myself. This is both a strength and weakness. How i use my stubborness is the difference between courage and stupidity. This a lesson I am yet to learn.

I don’t think I have much more to say right now. However, there will be plenty to share on the blog and Instagram until the next newsletter. I look forward to sharing the next 5-6 months of adventure with you.

Hope Health Happiness



Environment Day! 
The choices we each make everyday effect the health of this planet and ALL her inhabitants. The balance of our environment, the parametres within which we can live are fragile. We can all act to create a sustainable future. 
The health of this planet relies on us remembering we are not separate from our environment.
“Climate change is intrinsically linked to public health, food and water security, migration, peace, and security. It is a moral issue. It is an issue of social justice, human rights and fundamental ethics. We have a profound responsibility to the fragile web of life on this Earth, and to this generation and those that will follow.” 

United Nations Secretary-General Ban Ki-moon

How Can You Help?

When you help The Happy Walk you also help me carry a message of hope, health and happiness while raising awareness about Lifeline and suicide prevention.

Listed below are ways you can help. If you can please contact me in the comments below, DM me on Instagram, email thehappywalker@gmail.com or call 0487264508 (phone is often out of range or off so please leave a message or text)

The basic needs are always top on the list;

Shelter – simply a clean, dry, quiet and safe place to rest, wash and recharge for 1 or 2 nights. A donated room in an hotel or motel, donated powered tent site or cabin in a tourist park, a spare room with a supporter, a patch of floor for my sleeping bag or patch of grass in the backyard for the tent.

Food – simple again, as a vegan I’m perfectly happy with a fresh colourful salad and fruit. Easy! I won’t eat meat, dairy or eggs for reasons I will explain in another post. 

Water – tap water is fine. Rain water, sweet bore or filtered creek water is always a treat. I hope not to need purifying too much more during this walk. But I am trying to avoid using store bought plastic bottled water. We all need to stop buying single use plastic bottles, more about this later too.

Last year my body suffered badly from lack of attention so this year I am seeking regular assistance with sports therapy. Massage, physio, acupuncture, basically I won’t say no if someone donates their healing therapy to help ease pain, manage stress, alignment and speed recovery during the rest days. I’m open minded and willing to try out anything that might be beneficial to my physical and psychological wellbeing. (How do I embed a subliminal message for a spa resort full pamper package 😆 )

IGA, Woolies and Coles gift cards go a long way and allow me the flexibility to buy food as well as other necessities like batteries for the headlamp, tea tree oil, tissues, baby wipes and maybe a small treat. With a gift card I don’t need to go dumpster diving.

All donations to the GoFundMe crowdfund campaign help with the above basic expenses where on-ground support is missing. Any funds I don’t use before the end will be donated into the Lifeline fundraiser.

Many people i meet are surprised they haven’t heard about The Happy Walk. It is an epic undertaking for an important cause but with limited resources it has flown too low to be seen. If you ask your local radio, newspaper and TV to share the story we can change this. Share links to this blog and Instagram through social media so your friends, family and community can be part of the walk too. If you know what I’m doing and where I am you can contact me as I get closer to your town.

Moral support is as important as all the above so please don’t be shy. Your words of encouragement, sharing your empowering stories of strength and survival, your parallel adventures and journeys are wonderful and give me strength. I often screenshot messages and on the harder days, when I’m tired, hurting or sad reread them to help me smile and keep walking.

And please remember this is still a Lifeline fundraiser and donations can be made to help them save lives through my Making a Difference – GoFundraise account.

For what ever reason you support The Happy Walk, whether it be the cause, following the journey, you’re a friend or relative, supporting women’s achievement or have an interest in plant powered adventure and pursuits you can be involved.

If you can help please contact me in the comments below, DM me on Instagram, email thehappywalker@gmail.com or call 0487264508 (phone is often out of range or off so please leave a message or text).

Abundantly Supported Solo Unaccompanied

When I started planning this back in 2010 I imagined walking solo with a support vehicle and behind-the-scenes team but it didn’t turn out that way. 

When I started trying to explain walking around Australia alone without a support vehicle it immediately felt wrong saying “solo unsupported“. Even though all other charity walkers, runners and riders without vehicles use this term I knew it was not true. 

When I started the first leg, 1,250kms around Tasmania, I called this a solo self-assisted walk. During the first 2 continental crossings I also called it self-funded until I ran out of money and started crowd funding to cover walking expenses. Before the 3rd year of walking someone in Lifeline HQ called it solo unaccompanied and I have been using this term since. 

There isn’t a vehicle following or a team helping with logistics, my wellbeing, media, fundraising and admin but there has been support in many other ways. 

If I have the right grattitude to recognise and acknowledge support, it has been abundant. 

Support comes in a myriad of actions. Thoughts too because I understand when people send strength, good energy, hugs and prayers it is because they wish they could do more to help but can’t. 

I appreciate everyone’s support without comparison or measure. A piece of fruit from one person can hold the same value as $1000 from another, I have no way of knowing therefore I am equally grateful for each gift. 

In many ways, I have a giant support team and it changes everywhere I go. 

My support team is the community I walk through, families, businesses, individuals and groups who offer shelter, food, water, wellbeing and warm welcoming companionship. 

My support team is online through Instagram and here on the blog, supporters and followers who walk with me vicariously, write words of encouragement and share the experience. 

My support team is each and every person who has made a donation or regular gift to help my Lifeline fundraiser and the ongoing costs of the walk

My support team includes those who believe in me and my cause, the thousands of people with lived experience who understand the importance of my message and story of survival, the thousands of people inspired to live, dream, be strong, free and vulnerable. 

My support team are the adventurous wild women empowering and empowered by this walk. 

My support team is the rapidly growing community of compassionate plant strong, cruelty free, vegan friends, athletes and followers. 

The biggest support of all is knowing you are there, watching, willing me on, sharing my progress with friends, family and community and starting those important conversations about mental health and suicide prevention.

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