Climb To The Top (Part 2)

The climb to Flinders Peak was not going well – thanks to me. Both the guys were now beside me but I was obviously dazed and a bit frightened by what had happened to be honest.

Then I heard it – Daniel said something to me that for some reason gave me such strength. ‘Mate, if we have to go back down – that’s fine – everything is OK – now let’s have a look at you.’ Daniel is very experienced in the area of fire and rescue so I felt safe. Yet it was the fact that both of these great guys were willing to go back down after only 15 minutes of climbing. That made the difference – I felt somehow safe and very secure with them. I knew they cared for me – would help me no matter what! I knew that before the accident but somehow at that moment a bond formed between us that I can’t explain but I knew that if I was OK I was going to continue to the top.

Daniel patched me up – the boys got me to my feet and at that moment I knew I wanted to go on.

With one of them in front of me and the other behind me we started out again. My confidence gone but each time I wavered they were there.

Encouraging me – helping me – supporting me – we made our way upward. There were parts that were scary – a couple of cliff faces where the drop was sheer to the bottom of the mountain it seemed but again the boys guided me.

Then I saw it – the top of the Mount Flinders!

We were there – parts of my body were just not working and some other parts just plain hurt far too much but we were there – the view magnificent.

Yet more importantly we did it together – the three of us – at the pace of the slowest namely me.

Refreshments taken, we started down – finally the car park at the bottom of the climb came into view we had made it. I didn’t tell the boys how much my leg was hurting but as Daniel started to clean it up and I yelled in pain I think they got the picture.

Tomorrow lessons learnt from Mount Flinders!