Dingoes ate me brain.

Day 13: Monday, June 29th, 2015
Steps taken: 5,038

The next morning after getting cleaned up and having breakfast, we went for a swim in the champagne pool.  We got there early enough so that our group was pretty much the only ones there.  Nice and secluded for an hour.  The champagne pool was barricaded from the ocean except for a small opening that allowed seawater to fill it.  A bunch of us tossed around a football (American, not World).  After thirty to forty minutes of relaxing in the pool filled with little fishes and sea slugs I stepped out to enjoy the scenery.  As we left, more people were coming to the pool, but we were off to our next destination.

We headed to Indian Point where we climbed up to the top of the cliff to get a splended view of the coast and the surrounding areas including the champagne pool.  We stayed there for fifteen minutes before climbing back down.  We went back to camp for some lunch.

After lunch, we went to Eli Creek for some tubing.  The creek was fresh water so we even drank from it.  We hung around the creek for a bit, and then met up with the pilot crew nearby to take a puddle jumper plane up above the island.  Fraser Island happens to have one of the only two natural sand runways in the world.  The flight was about 10-15 minutes and was incredible to see the ocean, lakes, forests, and rocks from above.  When we landed we stayed at the creek for about an hour longer.  Everyone played rounders, but since the sun was intense I took cover in the jeep to read.  After reading two chapters I decided to deal with the sun and play, but just my timing: everyone finished as I got out.  Curse you, Sun! Wait.  We need you to survive.  Dammit!  Nevermind.

From there we visited the remains of the shipwreck.  The ship crashed in 1935.  The water rushed through the hull, and the frame is slowly deteriorating so who knows how long it will remain.  There were a few unsuccessful rescue efforts, and for now is a staple of Fraser Island.

After visiting the S.S. Maheno, we returned to camp.  I showered and relaxed before dinner.  Actually relax might not be the right word because Alex from Germany killed me.  We started a game the previous night where Caitlin gave everyone a slip of paper with a death on it.  Two people were 'murderers'.  When we were killed we had to act out our death within 24 hours.  We were hanging out by the tents and I was getting a few things from mine.  Alex came in and I thought he just wanted a tour.  He grabbed my hat, which should have set off an alarm in my brain, but I was confused and he flicked me in the forehead.  Dead! At least I was one of his last victims.  A few people played out their deaths, and they were amusing.  I did mine after dinner, which was being eaten by a pack of dingoes.  I hope I don't actually die that way.

Before dinner I helped Cory build the bonfire.  After dinner I had my cronut, played Uno with the German and Austrian ladies (Corinna, Michelle, Lena, and Maraike), and Lazar.  The others were around the campfire drinking and playing Never Have I Ever.  It sounded like everyone was getting to know each other better...maybe a little too much.  I avoid that game after playing it too many times during after cast parties with my old theatre group.

After four or five games, we joined the others.  Cory was playing guitar, and there was a sing along.  When Cory went to bed I practiced my ocarina next to the fire.  I've only been playing since mid-February, and haven't practiced as much as I could.  I'm not terrible at it though and I'll get better.  I did this for about ten minutes or so.  Thankfully no one stopped me or threw my Spider-man ocarina in the fire.  After that I bid everyone still awake a good night.