On Sunday afternoon we joined Mark's gang who went to Agate Beach, which is located about 12 miles SW of Ho town, as the sea gull flies.
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| Oh ya Pete, I've not seen you in days! |
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| Me and Bella are glad to get out and run ahead. |
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| We head east from Agate beach. |
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| Fallen trees on the beach and high water makes us head inland. |
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| Was that a long lost bridge? |
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| I took a cooling dip. |
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| Mark and Pete's GPS guides us along old logging roads. |
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| This is real adventure! |
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| It was thick for a ways. |
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| Finally back to the shore! Pete shows us the huge creek he had to ford. |
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| Ya Rose, I just don't get out or get any social time. |
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| We rest on the Freida sandstone at Rockhouse Point. |
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| It's everywhere! |
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| Mark points out rose granite pushed down from Canada on our way back. |
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| The rock house? |
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| We head west on the shore. Sometimes it was a challenge. |
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| Rose and Mark compare interesting rock finds. |
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| I love Augusto. He's visiting from Brazil. |
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| I got out for a swim. |
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| We had such a nice time today. |
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