Waking up to the sound of rain drops heavily falling off the leaves of the rustling trees, I remembered that we were in Australia. Tucked into a small shire of bush along side a freshwater pool we slept, as a storm passed us in the night. Luckily, I brought a two-person tent, but unfortunately there were three of us. Too paranoid to sleep in the open exposed to the elements and deadly creatures that lurk in the bush, we opted for the tight squeeze in the tent. Still not caught up on sleep from the long flight a few days earlier and with the help of a few muscle relaxants, sleep came easily.
As soon as it was light enough to see, we were out of the tent anxious for a morning surf. Right behind our shire camp there was a nob situated high enough to give us a vantage of the two right point breaks that flanked us to the north and south. To our delight, there was definitely more swell than the day before. Our agenda for the next three days was fairly simple: eat, sleep, surf and wait for Weber to pick us up.
Needless to say, here in Yuraygir National Park Joe, Lars, and I had a blast. Tuning our internal clocks to that of the sun we made the most of our stay in the shire.
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