Off on a solo mission, I hiked the Hollyford-Pyke loop clockwise. Carrying my PLB. The preceding days had been delightful; the rivers were relatively low. A fantastic group of pack rafters I met provided recent weather intel, warning of an approaching weather event the next day.

A resident handed me a steaming cup of coffee. We chatted, and he confirmed the impending weather, emphasizing that today’s walk would be challenging.

Navigating the overgrown track, I relished the challenge and the satisfaction of reaching landmarks. The Pyke valley felt magical, making me feel tiny and alone in the most beautiful way.

After overcoming the most challenging sections and crossing potentially dangerous rivers. An unnoticed hole under the brush and a loud pop led to a quick change.

My ankle was sprained, and my world was spinning. I had to take a second to overcome the strong feelings of nausea that overcame me. After a few minutes of recovery, I managed to hobble along with the help of a walking stick. It took nearly three hours to reach the hut.

Doubt crept in as my ankle swelled. Using my beacon for an ankle sprain felt silly. Considering my isolation and the approaching weather, I decided to activate my ACR ResQLink 410 RLS.

I was grateful to see the indicator light change, signifying my signal had been received, as I waited for local SAR.

They arrived in a helicopter approaching dark, assessing my condition and flying me to the ED in Queenstown. The efficient and amazing helicopter team assured me I did the right thing, noting, “You’re an awful long way from anywhere.” An overnight hospital stay and x-rays revealed a Grade 3 sprain.

I extend my thanks to the ACR team, local SAR, dispatchers, and the ED team at Lakes District Hospital.