It's not uncommon to feel like you're fighting your own unique battle.

At times on the trail, I felt truly isolated. Despite the constant support and steady stream of encouraging messages, there were moments I couldn’t help but feel emotionally separated on my journey; nobody else could possibly understand my same day-to-day struggles. An unexpected encounter with a fellow thru-hiker on Day 23 changed everything.

Daily Diary – Day 23

By the time I finished washing my clothes (and myself) at the Crystal Brook Caravan Park at the end of Day 22, much of the town had closed for business. My craving for bakery food had to wait. When morning broke on Day 23, I promptly packed up my belongings (ably aided by a pair of thermal gloves I’d purchased before the supermarket shut) and headed for the ‘home of the famous Crystal Brook pasty’, Kupsch Bakery. It was everything I had imagined.

I wore out the floorboards scuffling back and forth to the counter throughout the morning. I shovelled in savoury goods, sweets, juices, chocolate milk and an iced coffee. My eyes had an unquenchable appetite, but they had overestimated the capacity of my shrunken stomach. I felt nauseous. I had to leave before my gut lining burst.

Long walk along a grassy landscape

Walking 20km will inevitably burn calories.

The sun was high in the sky when I finally rolled out of town and onto the trail, but, it wasn’t long before my boots were walking back amongst the region’s budding crops. I had just wandered through my umpteenth paddock for the day when an unfamiliar sight appeared over the hill. Good gravy, another hiker! Other than a surprise encounter with a hoard of Friends of the Heysen Trail members on Day 2 and a fleeting conversation with three girls completing a weekend trek over Jervis Hill on Day 7, I had not passed another soul on the trail. I could hardly believe my eyes.

This rambling figure was Briony, although she also went by her trail name Plan B Hiker. Similarly, she was solo-hiking the entire length of the trail (except from south to north) and fundraising for a cause. She was using the challenge of the Heysen Trail to raise money and awareness of Narcolepsy Support Australia. We chatted at length about our fundraising efforts, daily struggles, inspirations, tips, camping equipment, food. You name it, we covered it.

I felt relieved to offload all of the questions that had accumulated over the past three weeks. Simply chatting to someone, who had suffered the same daily aches and pains, took a weight off my mind. Somebody else understood. I could have prattled on for hours, but we both had some distance to travel before we reached our beds for the night.

South Australian Pipeline on the Heysen Trail

An iconic South Australian view.

While the rest of the field-filled terrain cast similarities to the previous day, there was one very large, very long South Australian icon that offered some variety. The enormous Morgan – Whyalla pipeline escorted the trail path for large portions of Day 23, allowing me to tick off several fuss-free kilometres and arrive at the homely Hiskey’s Hut before dusk.

During the 1800s and 1900s Hiskey’s Hut was occupied by two generations of butchers, who had shops in either Georgetown or nearby Narridy. The slaughter house was on the rise east of the hut – hence the road name (Slaughterhouse Road).
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Hiskey's Hut Sunset

My charming accommodation for the night.

I quickly blew up my mattress, laid out my sleeping bag and cooked my dinner. I was pre-warned by Briony to expect a hectic trek up and over New Campbell Hill on Day 24. Heeding her words, I drifted to sleep early, despite the cacophonic bleats of the district’s sheep.

All the details.

Trail distance covered

19.72km

Accommodation

Hiskey’s Hut

Price

Free.

Climate

The region has hot dry summers with cool to cold nights and cool, wet winters. Autumn and spring can be warm and mild with occasional periods of rain or showers.

Terrain

Similar to Day 22, the terrain felt cruisy after having just left the Flinders Ranges. Mostly flat, with a few small bumps, including the slope up to Hiskey’s Hut.