Week 3 | Day 17 – Tuesday 15th October 2013
I rise with the sun, finally mustering the courage to pull my exhausted body from the swag, only to fall back down again. My arms are hardly functioning. Picking up The DR over and over again has really rattled my under-prepared physique.
After failing repeatedly, I finally extract myself from the ever-heating swag to find complete and utter silence surrounding me. No wind, no birds, no noise from the ocean; it is dead-quiet. I take the opportunity to do some exploring, heading north along the oceanfront. I walk until I can walk no further. I reach a creek outlet. The water is obviously tidal, though by the looks of it even the lowest of tides won’t drain enough water from the soft sandy bank to allow us the privilege of riding across and continuing northward.
Although tidal, areas of the creek look to have sat stagnant for some time. The water is extremely discoloured and almost swamp-like in appearance. The colour reminds me of the tea tree waters of Lake Ainsworth – only riddled with endless sandflies and lacking the healing properties that Lake Ainsworth is renowned for.