The Secret Paradise Part Four

Hey gang. This is the last of our four part (a quadrella) story about our journey to The Bay. We hope you enjoy it as much we enjoyed our rediscovery.

Tuesday morning dawned as beautiful as possible. We were three days into our little trip. However, this morning we realised that feral pigs have a monopoly on the bay. We had a BIG pig wander towards the camp. Maybe 100 to 150kg. We threw a rock at it and it fled. But it gave us an idea of what was around. DERM  may have been vigilant in destroying a food source for unprepared human trekkers, but obviously completely ignored the true threat to the environment in the bay. I’m also confused as to why they didn’t remove the stands of Bamboo. After all, we can eat bamboo shoots 😉 .

Anyway, we explored some more and found a few of the other old, smaller garden areas. Later in the arvo we wandered out to the beach and saw a guy pulled up on the sand with a bright orange sea kayak about 200 metres away. I started to wander towards him to say hi, but he dragged his kayak back into the sea and continued paddling North. I guessed he wasn’t up for a chat.

Wednesday morning was our time to get organised to leave. The tide would be low after lunch, giving us an easier walk back to the saddle. We had a quiet morning. Then about lunchtime a bloke wandered in under the trees. It was the sea kayak guy!

We got to yarning. Brett was his name and he lives down at Cape Tribulation. He hadn’t seen us on Tuesday as he’d been checking the beach further North. He had organised to meet friends at Walker Bay beach near Cooktown the following week. We went for a wander up to his camp as he had a tide chart. The chart would give us a more accurate idea of low tide so we could time our walk out.
We organised to meet with Brett and his friends at Walker Bay, said ciaou and went back to camp and packed for the walk out.

We left 3kg of extra rice, pasta and dried peas in the bay. It has been stored in a drum and jammed in a tree fork. Someone hungry might find it.

The walk out was relatively uneventful compared to a tornado. Jack cut his pad on an oyster but soldiered on. Then he got stuck in a tree root while climbing down a steep section of scrub.
We followed the true path out over the saddle but it had degraded over the wet season. Huge trees had fallen over sections of the track which meant detours, and the ‘wait-a-while’ vine was thick as. Even with these setbacks we still managed to walk out in a little over four hours. Not bad for a couple of old hippies and a dog.

We dropped in to see Tony and Fiona as we figured they’d be worried about us. Then we headed back to Cooktown.

We’ll go back again one day but maybe we’ll boat in then.

Footnote: We met up with Brett the following Tuesday at Walker Bay. Four of his friends from Cape Trib came up to collect him. We drank lots of beer, tequila and vodka, ate like kings and promised to visit them at the cape soon.

Life is good 🙂



  1. GOF said,

    June 16, 2011 at 5:57 am

    Bloody pigs…..the bain of my life here. National Parks quite happily tolerates them breeding up in their rainforest, but if I so much as take my little puppy dog for a walk there I’m likely to end up in court for infringing their stupid management laws.

    Nice touch leaving the food in a tree for others, and thanks for sharing your adventure.

    • Tina said,

      June 16, 2011 at 10:40 am

      Kind of worried about that ourselves… with our funny-looking little child. Glad we didn’t meet any rangers ;0)

      And you’re welcome. Glad you enjoyed tagging along.

    • Brad said,

      June 16, 2011 at 2:28 pm

      I have the same opinion GOF. Our dog completely ignores native wildlife, but if he was caught in a NP we’d be toast. Yet feral pigs are left to raid cassowary nests and degenerate the land around creeks. It’s a very stupid pilicy implemented by Southern desk jockeys with very little clue as to the real damage caused by pigs.

      • GOF said,

        June 17, 2011 at 4:12 pm

        At least 50% of the rainforest floor around here is ploughed up by pigs each year, and just last week they were digging within 20 yards of my front door.
        I was going to say “bastards” but as I don’t want to degrade your blog I won’t say it. 🙂

  2. Tina said,

    June 19, 2011 at 9:28 am



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