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Chapter 4

Be Careful What You Wish For: 1992 

By 1992 I was 48 years old, had completed more than twenty major worldwide treks, and considered myself an experienced and competent backpacker. Then I hear about a challenging route in southwest Tasmania and decide to go there, brashly hoping for an opportunity to put my backcountry knowledge and proficiency to the test. Confronted by a series of privations, including an incident that almost ends tragically, I learn a valuable life lesson the hard way.

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