The Cathartic Experience Of Hiking 22 km - Wilson's Prom; Sealer's Cove to Half Way Hut


22km Sealer’s Cove- Half Way Hut

Giants Valley walk

6 wallabies

More lizards

Numerous bird species

20mm of skin piercing rain

300g of food

Hipflask of vodka, Olives & parmesan crisps

The most arduous of walks in the most difficult of conditions, this day was designed to push me past uncomfortable into the sweet spot of personal growth. We knew it from the outset. When we booked the weekend, unable to secure a camping spot at Waterloo Bay, our overconfident hiking alter egos happily accepted the 22km moderate hike for day 2 of our adventure. Little did we know it would be in the wildest of conditions that we’ve hiked so far, that we would be tested both mentally and physically.

It's only when we reflect back and see what pivotal moment or collective that had such an impact in driving us forward in experiencing the dep reset that we both yearned for.

The day started at 7 am with breakfast on the beach. The wild winds the night before had provided a restless sleep (along with a monthly visit to remind me that I am a healthy woman) with the tall gums above our camp area whipping in the high winds. We ate our Carmen’s breaky oats with nuts, seeds, and dried berries and enjoyed a coffee before setting off on the first leg to Refuge Cove.

The climb was steep up the hill and boulders at the cliff edge towered over Sealer’s cove. Winds were picking up and with it came hard rain, the type that feels as if it almost pierces the skin. The 16c day was a welcome relief from the previous day of 33c. The narrow path that twisted, undulating through the landscape of Giants Valley provided some cover from the driving rain. Wallabies were only metres from us on the path, inquisitive as to our presence.

Few people were on the trails as high wind and storm warning was issued a few days prior. We were prepared with our gear and comforted when we met with a ranger who stated that his experience told him this storm wouldn’t come to fruition. Despite the warning, we endured some heavy rain and pressed on, after all its only water I reminded myself.

A collection of Whalebones had been dragged up from the beach and displayed as we entered Refuge Cove, a sign of the life that exists beneath the water just off the idyllic coast. We took refuge (pardon the pun) under a tree at the shoreline and refueled for the strenuous climb to Kersop’s Peak.