![]() ![]() I have amassed many athletic prizes and achievements. If I am not enough of a person or a bushwalker without a complete set, I will not be a better one of either (person or bushwoman) with one. Leisel Jones said about her swimming gold medals: “If you are not enough without a gold medal, you will never be enough with one.” I like those words, and I feel that way about Abels. When your soul mate dies, it helps you see things in broader perspective, and to realise the importance of staying alive and being with the people you love. There is a lot more to life than completing lists. I thought that meant I would never get PB, and would never get all the Abels. Meanwhile, we had found the endless kilometres of thigh-deep mud, of resisting, prickly scoparia and the time-wasting, demoralising false leads to all be less than enjoyable to the extent that we declared in agreement we never wanted to return. Then, my Bush Buddy friend Andrew and I had tried together just a few weeks ago, and were turned back on summit day by rain. I had tried a solo venture last year, only to break my wrist and have to retreat after the first day. ![]() I had already been blown off the Southern Ranges by gales and blizzards seemingly countless times before. I had decided Precipitous Bluff (PB to its bushwalking friends) was beyond my capabilities. ![]()
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