Freycinet

This Natiobal Park had been on our hit list since we arrived. There was also Wineglass bay on the other side of the mountain that we were determined to go to. So Rob donned his best hiking thongs again, Dylan put on his best mis-match of clothes that he could find, and the rest of us put on out bathers to set off on a 45 minute climb up the mountain, to be followed by a 40 minute descent to the bay for a well earned swim. Sounds good in theory anyway. Magnificent views on the way up as you would expect as you climb up 400m above sea level along gruelling rabbit paths and mountain goat rock steps in our bathers and thongs with a bag full of towels and sunscreen with barely a litre of water between the 5 of us. I was slightly amused at some of the looks from other hikers in their $1500 outfits as they powered past us. 

We finally reached the summit and couldn't help but admire the view as we started contemplating having to get the kids down the hill for a swim, and then the hour + trek back to the car later. It was at that point we managed to convince the kids the only way to get to the beach was to drive and not let them comprehend that we had reneged on our plans and we're taking an easier option. Thankfully the trip back down was a little bit easier, as you would expect, as the sweat had stopped leaking out of my thongs which meant I didn't have to implement my downhill slalom skiing skills. When we got to the car again, we found a nice little bay called Honeymoon Beach. It looked a bit suspect at first with the sand looking more like the gravel at the bottom of a fish tank, but the water was crystal clear, warm(ish) and shallow enough in places for the kids to stand. We stayed there for a couple of hours before heading back to camp. 

We are leaving here a day early tomorrow, to go to a place called St Helens so we can visit the Bay of Fires without too much car travel. 

Beer O'Clock.