I didn’t sleep great which was probably the result of finishing my book (also my cutting board) about a kidnapping case. Plus it was a little bit colder than I expected but too lazy to zip up my sleeping bag.
Thus in the morning I slept till 7:30 and started hiking at 8. Still not enjoying any oatmeal recipe I tried. I decided to go back to my walk and eat oatmeal bars approach. Which worked fine.
The trail is as beautiful as I remembered. The only thing I didn’t remember was the correct route and with nearly no junctions, I still managed to take the wrong turn. Luckily I realised before walking down all the elevation. But I wasn’t as pleased with myself.
I do feel my hiking legs aren’t back yet. Which is no surprise. I mean I covered a neat 33km and 1100m of elevation. But it wasn’t with ease. I even had to take a nap at 3.
Deciding I would go to the campsite of many coves, I continued after hitting Camp Bay after 20km. However, the first line of the most recent comment for the campsite of many bays was ‘Possum party is more like a possum festival’
Not too excited to lay awake by screaming possums who may chew through my tent. So I decided to fill up 3 liters before leaving Camp Bay so I could camp if I find a nice spot.
The additional 3 kg of water made the climb harder (duh). And so I was determined to find a camp spot. Otherwise, it would be all for nothing.
I visited the Eatwell view point. Very pretty, but too windy. Luckily I did find a camp spot. So far possum-free, but with a very inquisitive Weka (flightless bird). I’ll try to snatch a. Photo. But in my tent and time to sleep so will see.
Zilla-in-the-wild 