




at freycinet peninsular that friday, the granite was pink_ the air warm and dry_ the ground pale and dusty_large, majestic, brown rocks loomed above the track to Wineglass Bay_little, honey lemon colored bottlebrush tree shrubs abounded_ and tiny red bell shaped flowers_and the tiny leafed trees with the small round segmented cones_lots of colored lichens on the rocks_people 's detritus such as tissues and wrappers and the smell of human excrement at one point_a kangaroo scavenging near the beach_Wineglass Bay was very placid and i wanted to strip off and swim but there were people there unfortunately_it was warm after the long walk up hill and down_then the return journey and the view from the lookout-wineglass shaped.

