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Yesterday, Ciara and I went for a day-long hike around Maggie Island. We hiked up through the remains of a WWII fort (more on that tomorrow) and in and out of a series of incredible cove beaches. Each beach was unique and was an extremely welcome site to a couple of very sweaty hikers.

One of my favorites was Radical Bay. Out of seemingly nowhere, we emerged from a rocky, winding path to a open field of wildflowers. Just over the wildflower ridge was a perfect, smooth-sanded beach. So rad.

As soon as we saw it, I reverted to my 20-year-old self and proudly proclaimed that Radical Bay would be the new site of my future wedding. But unless all of my future guests feel like going for a few-hour pre-wedding hike, I’ll have to figure out a creative way to transport everyone there. I’m thinking helicopter.

A note: Ciara and I will be sailing through the Whitsunday Islands for the next few days (on a boat!), so I’m trying to schedule some posts before we go. If I accidentally miss a day, don’t worry—I’m probably fine. (Mom, that was specifically for you.)