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14.12.2007 – Friday 14 December – Lake Pedder

8am

• The ranger turned up to wake us up and collect the $16 for camping.

9:11pm

• Dusk is gathering. I’m sitting at a table at Edgar Campground. There’s no one else (other than Bronwen, of course—we haven’t killed each other yet) for miles. The road in is gravel. I’ve just finished pasta. We’ve driven 2232 kilometres now, and this is the most remote area we’ve been to.
  This morning Bronwen drove to Lake Pedder, after walking for a couple of hours at Mount Field, stopping for chips for lunch on the way. We stopped at several lookouts, passed some protestors protesting against the logging of old forests, saw Lake Gordon and its dam, Lake Pedder and a few of its dams, bought fuel and milk at the Hydro Electric Commission’s Strathgordon resort, and I am now surrounded by mosquitoes as the darkness grows.
  Ironically, the first day we’re totally out of CDMA range, I check my email for the first time in Tasmania—free internet at Strathgordon, courtesy of the Hydro Electric Commission. The road here, which I drove, is unsealed, and we’re quite a long way from anything, and anyone, else. We do, however, have a nice fire.