Into the Heart of the Northern Rivers

Daaily miles: 36.15 | Totalmiles: 6,126.75

My alarm went off at 5:30am, and I slipped into the now-familiar rhythm of cold coffee, packing, and getting myself and the buggy ready to hit the road. By just after 7am, I was out the door—sunlight already glistening through the palm trees. A new day was waiting.

Today’s stretch carried me deep into the heart of the Northern Rivers region of New South Wales—an area known for its lush subtropical landscapes, artistic spirit, and close-knit communities. That energy was everywhere I looked, and it made the miles feel meaningful in a way that’s hard to put into words.

Uncertain about where my next food opportunity would come, I made a quick stop to stock up on what they call “muesli bars” here in Australia. That anxious feeling of not having enough food or water with me never quite goes away—so I picked up two packs and set off.

The morning air was cool and perfectly comfortable. Right from the start, my body felt strong and my mind clear. It was one of those rare days when everything seemed to align—the weather, the landscape, and my energy. The environment had this subtropical warmth and lush beauty that made every mile feel alive.

A few miles in, I had to reroute due to a road closure, and later again because the riverside path was flooded. But none of it really threw me off. My legs were strong, and my spirits even stronger. I stayed fueled and hydrated, and when I reached the turnoff for the Coolamon Scenic Route, I decided to take it.

What a choice. That winding road over the hill was a bit challenging but absolutely gorgeous—lined with ferns, tropical trees, and postcard-worthy views. On the way down into Mullumbimby, I met Kelly. I asked her where to go for coffee and she confidently pointed me to “the other joint.” Local advice is always gold.

And wow—Kelly was right. At the café, I was warmly welcomed by Eva, the owner, who listened to my story with genuine interest. She even treated me to a fantastic cappuccino on the house. Not long after, Gillian walked in and joined me. She offered me a croissant and we had a lovely, soul-nourishing conversation. That café felt like a small pocket of home on the road.

Eventually, I rolled on—fueled not just by food but by kindness. The afternoon sun warmed me as I slipped back into rhythm for the last 15 miles to Byron Bay. At a gas station, I stopped to ask about a supermarket, and Tanja helped me out with both directions and encouragement. It’s amazing how these small interactions can lift you up.

I did my shopping, then cruised the final 2.6 miles—past a traffic jam, through a few hectic roundabouts, and into Byron Bay. I had to stay super focused in the last mile. I even went to the wrong hostel first, but thankfully Dan helped me find the correct one. By the time I checked in, it was already dark.

To my delight, I had a 5-bed dorm all to myself. Quiet. Rest. Space. What a gift after a long, full day.

There truly weren’t enough hours today—but otherwise, it was just perfect. I’m already excited for the next stretch. There’s still such a long way to go. And I wouldn’t trade this journey for anything. I’m incredibly lucky.

Thank you for being part of this. Andrea