About Me – Tales from the Trail with Mumma Dingo

G’day, legends! I’m Nikki — but slap on the hiking boots and I go by Mumma Dingo. Why? 'Cause I’m always on the move, loyal to my pack (that’s my four awesome, grubby, half-wild kiddos), and ready to bolt headfirst into the next adventure like a dingo at a sausage sizzle.

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A few years back, the husband and I ditched the cold, grey skies of Victoria and legged it to sunny old Queensland — where the coast is endless, the rainforest is thick, and the hiking trails go off like a frog in a sock. Zero regrets.

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Now, with a full house, tight budget, and a brain that starts twitching if I sit still too long, I had to find a way to explore without spending a fortune. Enter: hiking. One minute I’m puffing up some random hill, the next I’m knee-deep in the 52 Peak Challenge wondering why no one warned me about leeches in my bra. Cheers, Queensland.

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Since then, it’s been boots on, brain off — slogging my way across Queensland’s wildest, sweatiest tracks. Not for TikTok glory or Strava stats (okay, maybe a little), but because hiking gives me that one sacred thing us mums barely remember exists: bloody space.

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By day, I’m an Injury Manager (yes, I wrangle the walking wounded), and by night I’m on Mum Duty — which means hiking has become my sweaty little slice of heaven. Out there, it’s just me, the trail, a couple of snakes, spiders, and the occasional very questionable decision.

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The kids used to come with me — until the leeches staged a full-blown ambush. Now they’re done. And honestly? Fair enough. Those slimy little demons are next-level. I’d happily step over a brown snake before I let a leech near my sock line again.

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These days I mostly hike solo — and it’s bloody glorious. Hiking solo has helped me find my groove again. It clears the cobwebs, pushes the limits, and reminds me who the hell I am. Plus, now I’ve got this blog to spill the guts and glory of it all — in full, uncensored Aussie flavour.

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So what’s in it for you, trail mates?
🦘 Ridgy-didge hiking stories from across Queensland
🦘 Honest gear reviews (if it chafes, I’m naming names)
🦘 Trail tips from someone who’s done everything the hard way
🦘 Laughs, swear words, snakes, snack reviews, emotional breakdowns, and more leech encounters than I care to count

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So if you're keen for a wild yarn, a laugh, or some hard-earned hiking tips from a slightly feral, fully obsessed trail mum — you're in the right place. Hit that subscribe button, chuck on your boots, and come wander with Mumma Dingo.

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No fluff. No filters. Just the trail, the truth, and probably a few mozzie bites.