Our climb to the top of the island, at over 500 meters, was steep; to keep our spirits up we sang Washington State's fight song. (We recently watched Volunteers...)
The view from the top took a while to clear, and never fully did so, but I saw the South Island at least. Then we went down to the beach on a different track, and ran into more birds, including a Kaka that landed on both of our packs to try to get in them.
Then we basically hung out at the beach, until the time came for our pick-up. We threw lots of rocks at targets, like little boys, until I threw out my arm...
Today/tonight is Morgue's bachelor party, and I will report on the sane, adult activities that will be undertaken civilly. Or not.
1 comment:
There is never an excuse to sing the coogs song. I am disappointed in you.
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