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Year View| Summary| Highlights| Month View| Friday 25 March 2005 (Day View) – I go to Stradbroke Island.

25.03.2005Friday 25 March – Stradbroke

Natalie phoned to see if I could meet her in the city tonight. Bronwen also sent an SMS and phoned to see if I would head out to Stradbroke.
I, hereafter referred to as we, trained into the city, and from there to Cleveland, and from there to North Stradbroke, via a smallish ferry. We then drove to the other end of the island, set up camp, and proceeded to move sand into the tent, and relax.

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