Day 77 - bliss

Camp Bay —-> Cowshed Bay campsite 24km

I had grown very comfortable having the entire tent to myself, being able to spread my stuff out and rolling around freely in the middle of the night felt very luxurious. So I wasn’t really looking forward to again having to share the 2.5 square metres, with absolutely no room for anything other than us on our sleeping mats. Surprisingly we both had a good nights sleep! 

After a beast of a climb back to the track from Camps Bay campsite we meandered fairly gently around more Queen Charlotte bays, marvelling at the view from each new perspective.

The colour of the water changed at each new angle and as the sun moved around the sky. I was obsessed.

Our campsite for the evening was at Cowshed Bay and having chickened out of a swim the night before I was determined to get into the water today. A fair bit murkier and wavier than the crystal pool at Camps Bay but a whole lot warmer, I lay soaking and paddling around in the shallows until the sun moved off the water.

After drying off, I fixed the tent fly Josh had already managed to break.*

And then we walked the km or so round to The Portage, a gorgeous hotel on the waterfront with a bar overlooking the sound.  Oh if only every campsite had a bar down the road!

After a couple of bevvys pretending we were part of the hiker party who had their bags ferried to their hotel each night and slept under Egyptian cotton sheets, we walked back to the campsite, ate two minute noodles with jerky and rehydrated peas and snuggled into our little green tent under the stars.

*I had already broken the zip and it was being held together by glue. I may or may not have given poor instructions on how to use said zip in its gluey condition.