It was a really cold morning, with a lot of damp in the air. The tent was wet. A peaceful night after the locals finished screaming & swearing at each other. Quick breakfast & just one coffee (what's the world coming to?) and I called in on Marty (who'd responded to my FB call for help). Nice chap. He works at the power station, but is being made redundant. He was quite philosophical about it. Heading out of town (Collie is quite hilly) I warmed up so stopped to take a couple of layers off. Once off the road I chased some emu down the track for a while. Then I was back on the route to Donnybrook. Again some really nice trail with just the red tails for company. Then the pea gravel returned. The last 10/15km were hard going, with some tricky switchbacks with loose rocks to throw you about. Fortunately I was heading down them. I don't envy anyone going the other way. Passing by what I think was Honeymoon pool there were a couple of families on the other side of the river. I thought about stopping to top up with water. I wish I had. The water at Nglang Boodja tastes like frog too. I opened the log book box in the hut to find a mini pump & a note from Pauline hoping I don't have any more problems. What an angel!