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2022 Challenge - Te Araroa trail

Catching up on this blog after a 4 year hiatus. 

I arrived back in New Zealand in 2015 fresh off a Rugby World Cup final win and with excitement to settle in my homeland. Life in Auckland has been consumed by working in Consulting and home ownership, spending time with family and friends and enjoying the gifts the New Zealand has to offer. 

I've observed I have a pattern of 4 year cycles. There was Valencia in 2007, then the Big Adventure in 2011, Moving home in 2015, and In 2019/2020 I renovated my house and it wasn't quite the challenge that scratched the adventure itch enough. The pandemic has challenged us all and after long periods of isolation, working at home, lockdowns and the heartbreaking reality that motherhood might not be my path in life and with new found reduced restrictions something had to change

After winter beached on the couch I have decided to see my own country Aotearoa New Zelaand.  This October I will be taking on the Te Araroa Trail, 3,000km walk from Cape Reinga to Bluff. 

I have an open heart and an open mind about what the journey will bring for me. Stay tuned for news. 

First off wrapping up with work, to rent my house and find the lightest kit I can to make the journey as bearable as possible! 

Check out the trail website while I do my prep  https://www.teararoa.org.nz/ 
My niece Kate
(pictured with her brother Ben)
produced a Trail cake
 for my birthday to encourage me

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  1. I'm definitely going to follow that page. Sounds like an epic adventure!

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  2. Underway...hope you can see the new posts easily

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  3. Just now catching up on reading all your new posts! That is an amazing trail cake!!

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