People don’t always realize that traveling is work – and that work was starting to catch up to me. It’s constant research, doing, seeing, experiencing, driving, and in my case, writing. It’s why I’ve gotten so behind in my blog. At least I was able to go on a tour of a rum distillery and met some fellow travelers who also house and pet-sit!
Just then, I noticed Billy and Apple standing to my left…outside of their pen! I panicked. I hadn’t closed the gate to their property, and they could escape the whole property. I set the food down and raced twenty feet to the gate and closed it. I noticed the first section of the electric fence that was near the metal gated fence had fallen. It was still making a crackling noise, so I knew it was live. My heart started racing! I was terrified the goats would run away.
I was accepted to house and cat-sit in Bridgetown, Western Australia. I ended up also feeding two goats each day. The homeowner and I became instant friends.
I went wine tasting, watched the sunset on the ocean, learned about hailing busses and relaxed during many rain storms.
Tom, the homeowners son, took me to Halls Gap for a day of hiking. I saw my first wild kangaroos and Tom taught me all about Australia while we discussed the hazards of online dating.
Being my first time in Australia, I had to get used to several things, like the slang. It was off the charts! There were more differences between the U.S. and Australia than I realized.
I flew from Singapore to Australia to start my first house and cat sit in Ballarat, an hour and a half from Melbourne. It was my first time in Australia and my first time house and pet-sitting.
Throughout her wild 3-week journey backpacking 220+ miles in the California Sierra Mountains, Christy encountered freezing temperatures, pelting hail storms, and losing her way, but found trail family, incredible views, and experiences that would change her life forever. Hiking up and over ten different mountain passes gave Christy a lot of time to think about why her nine-year marriage was falling apart, gave her the chance to truly embody her individualism, time to make new friends, and the strength she would need on and off the trail. Her life could never again be the same.
This is one woman’s account of the three weeks she spent on the iconic trail.
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