After having run for almost 14 hours, over 90 km, through rivers, up steep sandy inclines on hands and knees, traversing over the Great Dividing Range, and having put aside our collective exhaustion for the final 5km push, we climbed over a ridge above a small farm, expecting to see a nice clear path to endpoint. The sight that greeted us nearly broke our spirit. Endless tracts of pine forest, that didn’t exist on our old topo maps. After hesitating for a few minutes we plunged into the forest and within 15 minutes were hopelessly lost. After some time following directionless trails we took a bearing to the highest point and trudged on. We came so close to quitting, tempers were fraying, bodies were too. We hit a spur and followed it up, agreeing to continue for another hour, when we heard movement through the trees. Whistling out to each other eventually we ran into B and G div 4. They had found a solid track and we shared the end of our race with them. Both our teams were exhausted, nursing injury and exhaustion. I remember we took turns to help carry a BnG runner who had injured his knee. Finally we crested a hill, out of the forest. It had taken us over an hour to travel what was about 5 km. We could see endpoint. We shook hands with B n G and ran to the finish. It was an experience that’s hard to adequately describe. The survival instincts, the thrill, the exhaustion and the camaraderie. We ended up winning that race, but we were happy to simply have made it.