Wilsons Prom – An old escape revisited

If heaven had a voice it would sound like the Prom.

Wombats causing chaos and roaring beach waves.
Located at the southernmost tip of mainland Australia, sits this epic landscape.

I caught my 1st fish here, I broke my camping cherry here. I froze my pants off waiting for the sun to rise. It was good, gold, breezy, light and fucking cold.

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