Out of sequence here, this was on the way back, took a break from the tangle of scrub. Despite the long pants our legs were gouged with dagger like branches of the seagrapes and other mean bushes that broke off. Negotiating rocks in the bush that are cleverly hidden is a real challenge. Our legs were fairly wobbly on the way back, we looked like a bunch of beach zombies, barely able to put one foot in front of the other. Our eyes were glazed over with an empty stare, "what were we thinking" obviously we were thinking.
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