The Golden Pipeline and a Fata Morgana

Daily miles 45.02 |Total miles: 9,046.21 miles

My alarm rang at 4:30am — time for hot coffee and another long day on the road. I’d packed most of my things the night before, but there was still plenty to do this morning: organizing food, shoes, and water — 17 liters of it, plus a liter of milk and half a liter of Gatorade. Three liters went straight into bottles with electrolytes. One pair of worn-out shoes with barely any sole left went to the bin, which conveniently made space for the extra hydration.

By 6:06am, I was running through Coolgardie. The streets were quiet, and I had to stop for a few photos — I knew it would be a memorable stretch. Then I saw the sign: 188 km (116 miles) to Southern Cross. Three long days ahead. Soon after, I passed an R U OK? tree — a gentle, timely reminder in the early morning. Not long after that, I realized I was on the Golden Pipeline Heritage Trail. The air was cool, the sky overcast, perfect for running long miles with a heavy buggy.

Then, on the opposite side of the road, a truck slowed and stopped. It was Gary — my old friend! He waved, smiling, apologizing for not having a gift this time. I was just so happy to see him again. A few miles later, I spotted something in the distance — a flash of color. At first, I thought it was a sign or a construction vest, but then it moved. A yellow vest, a red buggy — a person! A fata morgana come true. As I got closer, I waved. The person waved back. It was Jens from Sweden, walking from Perth to Sydney — the same setup, same spirit. I could hardly believe it. My heart was full of excitement and joy. We talked for a while; I could have stayed forever, but I had to move on.

The sky cleared to brilliant blue, and later, climbing a long uphill stretch, I met another traveler — Karan from New Zealand, cycling across the country. Another inspiring soul. By then, my heart was overflowing with gratitude. The desert around me glowed in the late sun — sandy soil, green bushes, small wildflowers, and puddles still reflecting light from the rain two days ago.

I ate a sandwich to fuel the last 15 miles and finished my planned 45.02 miles, exactly as hoped. I found a sandy off-road spot away from the highway and pitched my tent just as the sun slipped behind the trees. Dinner was simple, and as always, I had to remind myself to eat enough.

Now, I’m tucked in, the air cool, the signal weak, but my spirit calm and content.

Ready for another great day tomorrow.