One of three mornings on Frasier Island. Whatever you put into your mouth, you always feel grains of sand between teeth. We deployed two tents just in 100m distance from waves, behind first dune, at least a bit of leeward. We could not cook, ate only ready-to-eat food, we did not light a fire & rubbish had to be put into plastic bags. Otherwise, there would be a risk of an night attack of a wild dog - dingo... Pure romance with a flavor of exceptional adventure.