b, Louis (friend of b), and I night-hiked to a camp site on Hazards Beach. We put up the tent, fought off possums & pademelons, slept, then in the morning set off for Wineglass Bay—the most photographed beach in the world, apparently. It was fine; lacked a certain je ne sais quoi. Maybe the low clouds occluded a Tasmanian Tillie.

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