I arrived at Tin Mine Huts mid-afternoon and with fine weather a bit of sun and a stiff breeze I was able to dry all my wet gear from yesterday and last night. Today I struggled physically, I felt weak for most of the day and at one point almost fainted. I put this down to not eating a proper dinner last night. I've told and force-fed hundreds of kids when they didn't feel like it but didn't take my own advice. Stupid really. Ah well, tonight will be hearty indeed, rehydrated sweet potato, pumpkin with hot sausage and pesto pasta...yum!! Gotta have something to look forward to during the day. An uneventful day, and one that was fairly uninspiring also. For the most part there were no views and it was a bit of head down bum up! Tin Mine Huts are great, set in a beautiful alpine valley, dotted with granite boulders and bordered by unburnt snowgums, which makes for a nice change. I've sat outside and watched a group of four inquisitive brumbies watch me! And observed a black shouldered kite, hunting the buttongrass and shrubby plain. Tomorrow sees me cross the border into Victoria, just near the headwaters of the Murray. I ran into an English chap back at Dead Horse who told me the story of how he had intended to walk and paddle the entire length of the Murray, starting at Forest Hill (not the shopping centre for Melb readers) where I will pass by tomorrow. He began walking along and in the river, but after three days and countless blisters he decided to bail up a spur to a fire track. He got in a Canadian canoe just below the white water section at the Murray Gates and paddled for five months including up and down the length and breadth of the Currong. A seriously inspiring adventure that he completed 30 years ago. We shared our feelings about adventure & the ability for nature to humble you in an instant. He echoed my thoughts of yesterday, in that adventure is a great educator.