SA Rogaining (27-28 Jun 2026)
The last bush rogaine Tom did was a mere 12 years ago, back in May 2014. We entered the Gibraltar Rocks Autumn Rogaine – and placed 3rd overall /1st mixed team, in the 6 hour event (the serious people were doing the 12 hour). Since then Tom’s been firmly retired from any remotely serious rogaining – there’s been a spattering of volunteer picnic rogaines, the paddlegaine (in packrafts!), but nothing resembling a proper bush rogaine. I convinced him to do the South Australian State Champs events with me as my birthday present – how could he say no!?
I had no concerns about our navigation coming into the rogaine, but I hadn’t really thought through the planning. As we discussed options Tom looked unconvinced at what I was suggesting. This led to me continuing to suggest new options, hoping that something would convince him. Our three hours rapidly sped away, and yet we still hadn’t firmed up our options. In retrospect, Tom was never going to be convinced by any of my routes, so we should have just gone with the first one. Then we might have actually had time to work out decision points and alternate routes… instead we ended up just throwing the last thing I suggested on the map since we were running out of time.
And then we were off. Within 5 minutes our feet were saturated. South Australia had been quite wet in the weeks leading up to the rogaine, and Ward’s Weed had sprung up all over the course. It ranged between ankle and knee deep, and with the mist that was swirling it was holding a lot of water. I wanted to call false advertising on the organisers – the event page had lovely photos of red rock with clear blue skies, and a quote “…an arid, weathered land. The air is dry and clear, the silence vast, and every hilltop reveals sweeping views carved by millions of years.” We saw no blue sky, very little red rock, and were in misty fog for most of the weekend.
We quickly lost other people as we forged out on a route not chosen by anyone else after our first control. Of course, that could have been genius route-planning, or maybe a representation of the uncertainty in our decision making. Fortunately our navigation was on point even if the route choice might not have been. Things went pretty well for the first 2.5 hours (52-83-63-51-71-30).
So well that we started to discuss what we were going to do after we hit our next control…. instead of concentrating on getting to that control (82). As it turned out we missed the gully we planned to go up, and had to approach it from the top instead of the bottom. A few minutes lost there.
Then one of the highlights of the day – as we were descending the spur from 82 we spotted an emu. It was making lots of not very happy noises and we were trying to get photos of it. Eventually we decided we better move on, only for Tom to discover why the emu had been so unhappy with us – its nest, with 10 eggs! After that we felt guilty so took a quick photo and got out of there. Hopefully not too many other competitors disturbed it through the day. (Another few minutes lost there!)
We had been unsure what to do after 82, in the end we decided to go with our planned route (possibly the wrong choice in retrospect?) and headed on to 42, then through to 62. I was eating a roll while on our way through a callitris forest (by-the-by callitris is really good at holding water in its branches), with my map tucked under my arm. I was making sure the map was still there regularly…. and then it wasn’t. Oh no. Having been through a rogaine where my partner had lost a map it was not a position I wanted to be in. Fortunately a couple of minutes of searching and Tom found it. Another few minutes lost there.
We could see 62 from a fair way back, and decided to head directly towards it over a couple of spurs. Probably not the best route, but we got it without much drama (other than the lost map). Then on to 81 which we almost missed because it was ‘hung’ around a shrub at ground level in a shallow gully, and another group were standing directly in front of it when we went past. Fortunately I spotted the orange & white peaking out from behind their legs. In my desire to not hang around the control I told Tom we should just head down the gully because wherever we were going to go next we needed to get to the road. Which was true…. except not necessarily that spot on the road. It was only once we made it to the road that we realised our plan had us going back up the gully and hitting the road from the ridge. I’m not sure that one cost us too much time, since we could just march up the road, but it was a silly mistake.
At this point our route options were kind of stuffed, our best options for controls were going to take us a long way out, with poor collection options on the way back. In the end we decided to go to 90-50-20, because at least that put us in the right direction for getting back.
The creek between 90-50 ended up being a marked bush walk, and was quite lovely. It just wasn’t the most efficient rogaining choice. We were relieved when the narrower upper section opened out into flat easier walking.
We took the ridgeline route to 20 and got there just as it was getting hard to read the map. We got 2 of the last 3 pieces of fruit cake, and then we were on our way back to camp with a bit of night nav on the way. We leap-frogged another team on our way to 43. We’d both been at 20, then they’d run past us on the road. We overtook them in the creek. Then they went past us again. Then we passed them as they argued over where they were. Tom was convinced we hadn’t gone far enough so we just kept going. I’m not sure whether they ever found the control as we didn’t see them on our way back down the creek. We were overtaken by the very impressive Kiwi team shortly after this – they were on their way to clearing the entire course in 20 hours.
We were doing the Roving 12 hour event, which meant we could do any 12 hours within the 24 hour event. I’ve done 12 hour events within a 24 hour before – but they’ve been straight 12 hour events (12pm-12am). Or I’ve done 24 hour events where the intention was just to do 14-15 hours. However, this was a new challenge trying to split our time and routes appropriately. Coming in our plan was to do 7 hours on Saturday (12-7pm) and 5 hours on Sunday (7am-12) to maximise our time rogaining in daylight.
After getting 33, but not overly efficiently, Tom suggested we should just forget about anything else and head back as we were just wasting time in the dark that we needed for the next day. We had intended to grab 22 but missed it on our way past, and got into Hash House at 7:15pm.
We were so happy to pile up our bowls with carbs and bolognaise, and sit down (thanks for the chairs Shanti!) around the fire. We couldn’t get close enough to dry our feet out – and they were going to get saturated first thing so there wasn’t much point. After revisiting our plan for the next day I was off to bed by 9pm. We were up, with many others, around 6am, to drink coffee, pack bags, eat cheese toasties and get out again at 7:15am. We ended up starting about 7:12am which meant we needed to be back about 2 or 3 minutes before midday.
The fog was in full attendance just like the previous day and the lack of visibility upped the difficulty of the navigation. We took a bit longer than hoped for to get out across the plains (45-53-24) but decided to push on with our ambitious route. We picked up 66 with no issues, but then missed the narrow ridge leading to 73 in the fog so had to back track across a gully.
The navigation to 101 was spot on, but then we got ourselves in a bit of a mess trying to find 84. Up until that point we hadn’t really had any issues with roads. We’d been well warned that there were plenty of unmarked roads, and also that the roads which were marked weren’t necessarily accurate. Subsequently we hadn’t planned around the roads (except the safety roads which were accurate). Closing in on 84, a road appeared which we decided to follow since it might have been the spur we were after. I suspect we wouldn’t have followed it as far had it not been a road, but eventually concluded nothing was matching up. So walked back up it and traversed around – finding ourselves on a different spur but equally confused. We were really running out of time but of course if we didn’t find the control, then we’d have a bigger issue of trying to work out where we were.
Fortunately we did eventually locate 84, but then we had to get back to the Hash House. With no easy option to get back we figured we may as well go via 56 (as planned). We didn’t realise it at the time, but we missed a creek junction and ended up walking up the southern branch of the creek, instead of the western one we’d planned to be in. So unsurprisingly things weren’t really matching the map – somehow we managed to get ourselves on the correct ridge and got 56.
From there we needed to hightail it back home. At 56 we had 1 hour 36 seconds to get back approximately 6km. We hit the road, and figured we could probably just power walk most of the way back. I completely relaxed navigationally at this stage. Compass went in my pocket, I was too busy getting some food in, putting gear into my pack so that I’d be as comfortable as possible if we did need to run etc. Unfortunately we marched 700m before Tom looked at his compass and realised we were going south-east instead of north!!! Foiled by an unmarked road at the last pass.
So at that point we definitely had to start running. Once back at the spot we had hit the unmarked road, we only had to go another 100m to hit the marked road. However, we’d wasted 1.4km/13 minutes. Tom took off and looked back at me expectantly. I’m not sure where his running pace came from, but I informed him I wasn’t going to be able to run any faster than I was going. We eventually we got back to the Hash House 5 minutes late. In the end the 50 point deduction didn’t change our placing, but the road mistake was a really annoying end to an otherwise relatively good outing.
Similar to our 2014 outing we ended up 1st mixed (and also 1st mixed veterans these days) / 2nd overall in the 12 hour event. The serious people were of course doing the 24 hour event, though had we entered that event our score was good enough to put us in the top 20.

Our route in pink. (note the map extends further north & south than what is shown, I just didn’t include it as we didn’t go there)
We had originally planned to camp Sunday night, but with the dampness in the air, and rain forecast for Monday we decided to head out and find a roof over our heads for the night instead.



































































































































