Despite being so tired, I didn't get much sleep. Up at 5:00 packed up & had my salami & cheese breakfast washed down with a chocolate Up & Go. Classy. Forgoing a coffee to make a quick getaway (oh the humanity). It was bloody freezing, but knowing what was coming, I chose to suffer it in my long sleeve top. Which was now beginning to hum a little. There was some forrest at first, before heading into what was left after the Waroona fire. Diverted along gravel roads with burnt trees, meant no cover from the sun. After miles & miles of hot dusty pea gravel, doing short hops between what little shade a tree trunk gave, I finally rejoined the original route. Hoping this would see the back of the pea gravel. It did for a while. Instead I got deep soft sand. And then deep soft sand with pea gravel in it. Seriously?! There was much swearing. Despite taking an extra bottle of water, I still ran out. Thinking it can't be far now, I pushed on hoping I would drop dead from dehydration. The trail had one last vertical climb before I set eyes on Lake Brockman. But the camp site was still another 5km on the other side. Dreaming of the cold shower spurred me on. As it turns out, that's all that was on offer. No hot water! With all the diversions, it ended up being 60km with over 1000km of climbing. Although tomorrow is 'only' 46km it's still going to be a hot day. I may have to forgo another coffee. It's 3:30 am & I've not managed to get any sleep. My headache from earlier has developed to pounding, & I'm feeling quite sick (along with a surprise dose of diorea earlier) I think the 60km of 40c heat has taken its toll. I don't feel well. It's forecast 34c tomorrow. I think it might be foolish to continue feeling, this way.