8 Mountains in 8 Days
Adventure with Purpose
8 Mountains in 8 Days
After the period following my Camino Salvado charity hike, I found myself in a bit of a difficult phase. As is always the case when I connect with the outdoors, I invariably unpack and uncover parts of myself that have previously been hidden deep within my soul. These newfound values and beliefs prompted significant changes within my networks and community. The hiatus was further extended due to relocating to the southwest and navigating through the challenges of the pandemic, so I took some personal time on my sobriety anniversaries for reflection.
However, in July 2022, I emerged from this introspective period with renewed vigor, announcing my latest adventure: tackling 8 mountains in 8 days to commemorate my 8th year of sobriety. As before, my journey was not just about personal achievement but also about giving back to a cause close to my heart. I chose to dedicate this challenge to raising funds and awareness for the Albany Family & Domestic Violence Action Group, an organization tirelessly working to eliminate family and domestic violence in the Albany region.
The journey ahead was not to be taken lightly. Despite not facing 8 grade 5 mountains, the endeavor was still daunting, especially amidst the demands of motherhood, studying, and work commitments, not to mention battling through injuries. Nevertheless, the 8 days were nothing short of extraordinary. I covered a total of 32km, ascending a staggering 1566 meters, with the highest elevation reaching 809m above sea level. Each mountain presented its own set of challenges, with Mount Trio standing out as both my favorite and the toughest climb. However, beyond the physical exertion, the real triumphs were the personal revelations and moments of growth experienced along the way. One such pivotal moment occurred atop Mount Hallowell, where I found the courage to let go of the weight of the past, a realization that brought immense relief and liberation.
I'm thrilled to share that through your generous support, I raised a total of $990 for the Albany Family & Domestic Violence Action Group, a contribution that will undoubtedly make a meaningful impact on the invaluable work they do within our community. Thank you to everyone who joined me on this journey, whether through donations, encouragement, or simply following along. Your support has made all the difference and will continue to fuel our collective efforts towards creating a safer, more compassionate world.
Read below as I delve into the highlights, challenges, and reflections from this unforgettable adventure.
Day 1 - Mount Hallowell
Day 1 of my 8 Mountains in 8 Days challenge marked a significant milestone as I ascended Mount Hallowell to celebrate my 8th year of sobriety. Departing before dawn from Monkey Rock carpark, the tranquil darkness, illuminated by my headlamp and the stars, set the stage for an exhilarating journey. Accompanied by my loyal companion, Massie, each step towards the summit was filled with anticipation and awe.
As dawn broke, painting the sky with vibrant hues, I was captivated by the breathtaking beauty of the landscape. This moment of serenity and joy ignited a deeper sense of purpose—a journey of self-discovery and renewal, guided by the transformative power of nature. Reaching the summit at 286m ASL, I was greeted by panoramic views of the southern ocean and rolling farmland. Amidst the awe-inspiring grandeur, simple pleasures—a chat with Tom Wong from ABC Great Southern Live, a steaming cup of tea, and a hearty Bacon & Egg Muffin—warmed my heart and soul. Sitting atop Mount Hallowell, enveloped in the embrace of the land and sky, I marveled at the profound impact that mother nature has had on my journey. In her beauty and wisdom, I found solace, clarity, and a renewed sense of purpose, inspiring me to reach higher, both on the mountains and within myself.
This extraordinary experience on Day 1 laid the foundation for an unforgettable adventure, promising further revelations and challenges in the days to come.
Day 2 - Mount Adelaide
Day 2 of the challenge beckoned me to the historic Mount Adelaide, nestled within the picturesque Anzac Heritage Park in Albany. While it may have been the easiest leg of my journey, its significance far exceeded its simplicity. As I embarked on the trails winding through the park, memories of my youth flooded back—days spent outdoors, building cubbies in the bush, and finding solace in the camaraderie of the Army Cadets. Despite the challenges I faced during those formative years, the cadets provided a sense of belonging and instilled valuable life lessons that have shaped my character to this day. Exploring Mount Adelaide, with its towering presence and rich military history embodied by the National Anzac Centre and Princess Royal Fortress Military Museum, evoked a mix of nostalgia and introspection. Amidst the remnants of military infrastructure, I couldn't help but reflect on the path that led me here and the resilience that has been forged along the way. Though the attractions were closed in the late afternoon, the tranquility of the surroundings provided a welcome opportunity for contemplation. As I traced the perimeter of Mount Adelaide and ascended to Convoy Lookout, each step felt like a journey of self-discovery amidst the serene beauty of the landscape. Mount Adelaide may have been a practical addition to my schedule, but its significance as a symbol of growth and resilience was undeniable. It served as a poignant reminder of the transformative power of embracing one's past while journeying toward the future, leaving me inspired and invigorated for the challenges that lay ahead.
Day 3 - Mount Melville
Day 3 led me to the majestic Mount Melville, where every step felt like a profound release—a shedding of burdens and a strengthening of spirit. With each footfall, I could sense the weight of the past falling away, leaving me lighter and more resilient than before. It was a journey of self-discovery unlike any other, where the path forward became clearer with each moment of reflection. John Muir's timeless wisdom resonated deeply as I navigated the rainy, moody afternoon en route to conquer the granite dome of Mount Melville in Albany. Despite the slippery terrain, which added an extra layer of challenge to the hike, I embraced the slower pace as an opportunity to immerse myself fully in the experience. Following the circuit trail, I traced the contours of the mountain, pausing to explore the remnants of an old quarry that spoke volumes about the area's rich history. Each step brought me closer to the heart of Mount Melville, where the Summit awaited, promising unparalleled views and a sense of achievement. As I ascended to the peak, the panorama that unfolded before me left me breathless—a tapestry of rugged beauty that seemed to stretch on for eternity. It was a moment of pure awe and wonder, captured in each photograph as a testament to the journey I had undertaken and the transformations I had undergone along the way. Mount Melville had become more than just a mountain—it was a symbol of resilience, perseverance, and the power of nature to inspire and heal. And as I stood at the summit, surrounded by the majesty of the landscape, I knew that this was just the beginning of a journey that would leave an indelible mark on my soul.
Day 4 - Mount Pingerup
Mount Pingerup in D'Entrecasteaux National Park, a mere 25 kilometers from the charming town of Walpole. Energized by the prospect of adventure, I set out on the moderately challenging 5.5-kilometer return hike, brimming with anticipation of the panoramic views awaiting me at the summit, towering 162 meters above sea level. Navigating through the park's diverse terrain, I encountered steep sections that tested my resolve, yet each step brought me closer to the promise of breathtaking vistas spanning Broke Inlet, the Southern Ocean, and the sprawling expanse of D'Entrecasteaux National Park. With every upward ascent, I felt a surge of determination coursing through me, fueling my determination to reach the pinnacle of Mount Pingerup. Upon reaching the summit, my efforts were rewarded tenfold as I was greeted by a magnificent sight—a full rainbow arcing across the sky, casting a kaleidoscope of colors over the rugged landscape below. It was a moment of pure wonder, a testament to the beauty and unpredictability of nature that never fails to leave me in awe. As I began my descent, nature offered another delightful surprise—a gentle shower of rain that provided a refreshing reprieve from the exertion of the hike. Despite the wet weather, my spirits remained high as I reflected on the significance of this halfway point in my challenge. With four mountains conquered and four more to go, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the support I had received thus far in reaching my fundraising target. To all who have donated, commented, messaged, or shared my journey, I extend my heartfelt thanks for your encouragement and generosity. As I look ahead to tomorrow's adventure in the Porongurup Range, I relish the opportunity to continue exploring and pushing my limits amidst the natural wonders of Western Australia. But for now, I look forward to indulging in a well-deserved spa bath and savoring the comfort of the biggest bowl of pasta I've ever seen, knowing that rest and nourishment are essential for the challenges that lie ahead.
Day 5 - Nancy's Peak, Porongurup National Park
Day 5 brought me to Nancy's Peak in Porongurup National park, where a decision to hike anti-clockwise proved to be both a strategic move and a lesson in weather forecasting. As I checked the weather forecast, my plan was to reach the summit swiftly to avoid the impending rain later in the day. Little did I know, relying solely on conventional weather channels would leave me unprepared for the fierce gusts of wind that awaited me. The hike quickly became a test of agility and adaptability as I navigated the slippery granite slopes, with gusts reaching speeds of 30-40km per hour. Any hopes of capturing aerial footage with my drone were dashed as I prioritized safety and kept my hands free to maintain balance on the treacherous terrain. With each step, I found myself challenged in ways I hadn't anticipated, resorting to unconventional methods of movement to navigate the precarious conditions. Crawling forwards, sliding on my bum, and crab-walking backwards became the norm as I made my way towards the summit. At one point, the wind intensified to such a degree that I felt rooted to the spot, frozen in place as I clung to the ground for stability. It was a humbling reminder of nature's power and unpredictability, prompting me to prioritize safety over bravado. Despite the harrowing experience, I emerged unscathed and grateful for the opportunity to test my mountain fitness. As I reflect on the day's adventure, I'm reminded of the importance of flexibility and adaptability in the face of adversity. While the day may not have gone as planned, I feel grateful for the lessons learned and the strength gained from facing challenges head-on.
Day 6 - Mount Martin
Day 6 saw me tackle Mount Martin, a Grade 4 hike promising breathtaking views and a rewarding trail experience. Over the span of 8.15 kilometers, I ascended 335 meters, immersing myself in the natural beauty of Gull Rock National Park. As I journeyed up Mount Martin, I found myself enchanted by the diverse array of flora adorning the trail, from the vibrant Albany Banksias to the stately Kingias. Despite the absence of whale sightings, the anticipation of panoramic vistas of Breaksea and Michaelmas islands, Albany's harbors, and the distant ranges fueled my determination. Though the summit may have lacked the awe-inspiring views, the journey along the trail proved to be a rewarding experience in itself. Throughout the hike, the changing landscape offered moments of wonder and reflection, with every turn revealing new vistas and natural wonders to behold. Despite the absence of whale sightings, the serenity of the surroundings and the anticipation of panoramic views fueled my determination to conquer the trail. Descending to Coal Basket Bay, I savored the tranquility of the surroundings before preparing for the ascent of Mt Trio tomorrow. Reflecting on the day's hike, I'm grateful for the opportunity to connect with nature and push my limits, both physically and mentally.
Day 7 - Mount Trio, Stirling Range
Day 7 marked a pivotal moment as I embarked on the ascent of Mount Trio, facing the formidable challenge of conquering its steep and unforgiving stairs. With each step, I felt the weight of doubt and exhaustion creeping in, my mind flooded with excuses to turn back. My right knee, plagued by a persistent niggle, threatened to derail my progress, and for a moment, I contemplated abandoning the hike altogether. However, as I trudged onward, a kind gesture from a passing hiker offered me a glimmer of hope—a bush stick to aid my ascent. Grateful for this unexpected support, I resolved to press on, determined to overcome the obstacles that lay ahead. As I reached the saddle I was rewarded with breathtaking panoramic views that stretched as far as the eye could see. In that moment, surrounded by the majestic beauty of the Stirling Range, I felt a profound sense of awe and pride wash over me. It was a testament to my unwavering determination and a stark reminder of the boundless potential that lies within. I pressed on toward the summit, each stride infused with purpose and determination. And as I stood atop the peak, the world spread out before me in all its splendor, I realized the true extent of my transformation. The doubts and limitations that once held me back had been shattered, replaced by an unwavering belief in my abilities and a newfound appreciation for the power of perseverance. With 7 mountains conquered and only 1 left to go, I am filled with gratitude for the profound insights and personal growth that this journey has brought me. As I prepare for the final ascent to Mount Frankland Summit, I do so with a heart full of anticipation and a renewed sense of purpose.
Day 8 - Mount Frankland
On the final stretch of my 8 Mountains in 8 Days odyssey, I embarked on the ascent of Mount Frankland in Walpole. Knowing the forecast called for inclement weather, I opted for an early start, braving the predawn darkness for the 75-minute drive to the trailhead. Despite the weariness that had begun to settle into my limbs after a week of hiking, my body remained surprisingly resilient, with only a few minor twinges serving as a gentle reminder to proceed with caution. Ascending the trail, the memory of the challenging 300 steps over 200 meters flooded my mind—an uphill battle that demanded both physical endurance and mental fortitude. Yet, as I forged ahead, the splendor of the sunrise sky unfolded before me, a breathtaking display of soft pinks and oranges that momentarily eased the strain of the climb. Reaching the summit, I was met with a disheartening whiteout, the thick mist obscuring the sweeping vistas I had eagerly anticipated. However, as if responding to an unseen cue, the clouds began to part, revealing glimpses of the majestic landscape bathed in the golden light of dawn. Despite the initial setback, witnessing the gradual unveiling of the wilderness as the sun broke through the clouds was nothing short of magical. Standing atop Mount Frankland, surrounded by the serenity of the morning, I couldn't help but feel a profound sense of accomplishment and gratitude for the journey that had brought me to this moment.