Bluey and the 100 Kilometre Hike (Part 4)
02:10 AM - Tuesday, September 15th
I keep swimming along the edge of the shore until I couldn't see anything on the beach I was on and the pole. I felt safe enough that I went out into deeper waters, but I still stayed close enough to the shore that I could get out of the water very quickly if needed. I kept going and going. I noticed, by the bright light, that I had passed the CBD. That's when I noticed a lot of jellyfish again. They were all red and orange, and when they latched onto me they didn't sting as much as the bluebottle did. In fact, they didn't really sting at all.
I kept swimming, faster and faster until I reached a piece of land that jutted out from the mainland. I assumed that this was Exmouth, so I swam in closer to the shore. I then swam into the small streams in Cape Range National Park.
I had never been to Exmouth, in all of my extravagant journeys, and I was starting to wonder why. I looked up at the sheer cliffs and the red, rocky gorges, and immediately felt dwarfed.
(Yes, I know that this was a short entry but I've been busy with school - homework on the first day - and haven't had much time to work on it. It should be longer once I get how things work)
I keep swimming along the edge of the shore until I couldn't see anything on the beach I was on and the pole. I felt safe enough that I went out into deeper waters, but I still stayed close enough to the shore that I could get out of the water very quickly if needed. I kept going and going. I noticed, by the bright light, that I had passed the CBD. That's when I noticed a lot of jellyfish again. They were all red and orange, and when they latched onto me they didn't sting as much as the bluebottle did. In fact, they didn't really sting at all.
I kept swimming, faster and faster until I reached a piece of land that jutted out from the mainland. I assumed that this was Exmouth, so I swam in closer to the shore. I then swam into the small streams in Cape Range National Park.
I had never been to Exmouth, in all of my extravagant journeys, and I was starting to wonder why. I looked up at the sheer cliffs and the red, rocky gorges, and immediately felt dwarfed.
(Yes, I know that this was a short entry but I've been busy with school - homework on the first day - and haven't had much time to work on it. It should be longer once I get how things work)
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