Having left so much marine debris uncollected at Bauer Bay, I further decided to walk on to Bauer Bay again and spend my weekend completing the beach clean up solo.
I arrived at Scoble Lake in a snow storm, to find the Lake partially frozen. Had it looked like this in 1948 I doubt that the party would have attempted a crossing.
Onwards to Bauer Bay, and I embarked on the 'treasure' collecting immediately to make the most of the light. Another 215 lengths of green string, 60 plastic fragments and 12 bottles later, I prepared a dinner of miso soup, cheese and pickled vegies, had a read of my book, practiced some Spanish did my Sched with VJM and dried my gear. All cosy in the hut, I was asleep by 1930hrs.
Charles Scoble memorial. Photo: Jacque Comery
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Scoble plaque. Photo: Jacque Comery
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First view of Bauer Bay. Photo: Jacque Comery
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About to drop down into Bauer Bay. Hut is centre of frame. Photo. :Jacque Comery
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Footprints on the beach. Photo: Jacque Comery
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Plastics from Bauer Bay. Photo: Jacque Comery
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Green string. Photo: Jacque Comery
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Marine debris. Photo: Jacque Comery |
Hooray for hut dinners. Photo: Jacque Comery
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Drying off my gear. Photo: Jacque Comery
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Tucked in for the night. Photo: Jacque Comery
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