Crossing to Newcastle

Daily miles: 23 | Total miles: 6,536.6

I woke up at 6am this morning and took things easy. After realizing yesterday that today’s run would be on the shorter side, I allowed myself to stay warm and comfortable for a little longer. Outside, the sky was overcast, the air looked cool — the kind of morning that makes staying under the covers tempting.

I left just before 8am. I started off with my jacket on and my orange vest layered over it, but within a mile — back on the highway — I was warm enough to strip down to just the vest and shirt. Still, it was that tricky kind of weather: as long as you're moving, it’s manageable… but the moment you stop, the cold cuts right through.

Luckily, I didn’t have much highway to deal with today — just about 2.5 miles before I turned off toward the coast, heading in the direction of the military air force base. That’s when the real noise kicked in. The road was hilly, and the cold made me focus on keeping a steady rhythm — trying to enjoy the beauty around me while my cold fingers kept screaming for attention.

As I got closer to the base, I watched military jets land and then take off again almost immediately — deafening noise and powerful force. Some took off straight from the ground, the sound of their engines reaching deep into your chest. It was one of those moments that feels part surreal, part cinematic.

From there, I ran toward Stockton. To my right, I could see the Stockton Bridge arch stretching across the water. I decided today was a good day to take the easier option — I hopped on the ferry from Stockton Wharf across to Queens Wharf. Just a couple of minutes on the boat, a beautiful change of pace, and I was back on foot for the final short stretch to the hostel.

I checked into a 10-bed mixed dorm and met Sean. Now I’m settling in, getting a few things organized, and trying to stay warm. The colder weather seems to have arrived for good — and I suppose I better start adapting. Fingers crossed for a slightly warmer day tomorrow, but either way, I’ll be ready.

It’s hard to believe I’m now only three days away from Sydney. Even though the distances have been a little shorter lately, this journey keeps rolling on. One step, one mile at a time — and each day brings a little something new.

See you tomorrow, Andrea