Crossing into Western Australia

Daily miles: 25.58 | Total miles: 8,478.29

My alarm rang at 7:30 a.m. — a late start, but I reminded myself that today would be a shorter day, about 25 miles. Someone had told me that I’d gain 45 minutes when crossing from South Australia into Western Australia, which made me feel like I had a little bonus time to work with.

I had a coffee in my room, organized my things, bought water and food at the shop, and then packed up my buggy outside. While doing so, I had a lovely chat with my neighbor, Robin. By around 9:30 a.m., I finally set off, running up to the border where a quarantine checkpoint awaited.

Curious about how strict it might be, I stopped to take pictures and spoke with the officer. He introduced himself, asked if I had any fruit or vegetables, and I told him I only had packed food plus an egg sandwich and a muffin for later. No problem, he said. He had a quick look under the rain cover and into my rear bag before smiling and waving me through.

“In just a couple of steps, you’ll be in Western Australia,” he said, pointing to the sign. Of course, I had to take a photo there — another milestone!

From then on, the road climbed steadily uphill, and with my lingering cough, I simply didn’t have the energy to run the inclines. So I walked patiently, letting it be an easier day.

About seven miles later, I passed through Eucla — one of the very few towns out here — and decided I might as well explore. I went to the only shop, bought some rice, an apple, and an almond croissant, and soon met Sue and a few others. Just minutes later, Param, who I had briefly greeted earlier, came over.

With the flies swarming, we both did the classic Aussie salute, waving them out of our faces as we talked. Then Param asked if I needed food. At first, I said probably not, but I admitted it’s always good to carry more than I think I need.

He walked me over to his truck, where I had the chance to peek inside the driver’s cabin — always fascinating to me. Param offered me anything I could possibly need. I walked away with chapati, three mandarins, two apples, a liter of coconut milk, a few Panadol tablets, and a bottle of water.

But it wasn’t just about what I got — it was about how he gave it. The generosity of strangers out here continues to amaze me. These moments make me wish everyone could experience this kind of kindness at least once in their lives — it’s such a reminder of our shared humanity. Thank you, Param.

From Eucla, the road soon descended from the pass and opened into a vast, flat plain with the ocean sometimes visible to my left. Small shrubs, thorny bushes, and delicate pink flowers dotted the landscape. Traffic was light, the temperature warmed through the day, and it was just a beautiful place to run.

At mile 24 — halfway between the two roadhouses — I started scouting for a camping spot. By mile 25, I found a parking area that worked perfectly. I pitched my tent, set up my little camp, and got cozy inside.

Later, Mark, a traveler in a van, arrived nearby and came over to introduce himself. After eating my dinner, I left the tent door open so I could watch the sunset and, later, catch a glimpse of the stars when I woke in the night.

A good day, full of kindness, connection, and new milestones. Good night from Western Australia.