Mothers Day And Stuff

Well, it’s been over a week again without a post. Partly because we had no credit and partly because we got slack.

So what have we been doing?
Tina and Mary set Croc up for Mothers Day. He/She got some flowers, an apron, some Purple nail polish and some lippy!

We also went job hunting and got lucky…I think. Tina is a kitchen hand at the RSL & I’m doing housekeeping work at the Sovereign Resort Hotel in town. Don’t laugh. The work will get the car re-registered so we can drive again.

We’ve also been taking piccies. I’ve got some on this website: http://www.cooktownmotel.com
When I get a chance I’ll post some hi-res images up here so my Big Sis can check them out. But for now, here some from this phone.
A couple to look for are Croc, a giant snail and a photo of sand. The sand photo shows, if you look closely, a circular sand pattern about 1.5 metres in diameter made by a willy-willy.
Others are sunset views from Grassy Hill and from Fournoux Street looking towards the Endeavour River. There’s also some ferns at one of our peaceful hiding spots on the beach. Plus a view of Mt Cook and some more Finch Bay scenes. We hope you enjoy them.

We’ve both got Saturday off, so we’re gunna make the most of it as we’re both woking Sunday. Expect some new pics from somewhere cool!

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Last Post For a Week or so.

Hey all. This is just a short one. We’ll be offline for a week or so until we get some paying work. We have food but no money for a while. So, here are a couple of pics until we get back on the interwebz and telling bone.

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Two Weeks Without A Post!!? OMG!!

Damn! It’s been nearly two weeks since our last post. Sorry about that. Also, our credit wil run out sometime over the next couple of days. Just in case we don’t get back to this blog before then, don’t stress. We’re not dead and we’ll be back as soon as we earn enough money to buy more credit. And remember, the phone still works so you guys will still be able to phone us if you need to. ;0)

So, what have we been up to? Well, much of the same really. We’re still staying at Cooktown Motel and still cleaning the kitchen in exchange for free rent. We can’t do much today because it’s Sunday and all the banana pickers have the day off. This means that the kitchen is being used by someone all day long. Apart from a quick wipe this morning, it’s better to stay out of the way, really. As a result, Brad’s having a little snooze and I’m sitting by the pool updating you lot (been promising to do so for long enough).

So, how was your Easter, everyone? Ours was spent amongst nice company, and was also chocolate free. We missed all you guys like mad, though. We hope you all had a good one. Xx
We spent a good few late nights leading up to Easter down at the wharf hoping to catch a big barramundi for the bbq/party that the boys had planned for good friday… but alas, this was not to be. Not to worry… some visiting fishermen from Sydney supplied us all with more reef fish than we could possibly eat. Scott and Ahadi (pronounced Arty) still have a stash in their freezer. I might get Brad to fillet one up later today. The party was good, the food was great AND we didn’t have to clean up a thing afterwards… the backpackers took care of all of that. :0)

And even our Croc managed to bring something along to add to the festivities. I do hope that’s not the REAL Easter Bunny. I would hate to see all those kids out there miss out next year. I wonder what he’s got up his sleeve for Mother’s Day… ;0)

And apart from that, the only out-of-the-ordinary thing that’s happened is that we were pulled up by the police a couple of nights ago. Damn! No rego on the car. They don’t worry so much about that around these parts, but the law is the law. It just means a court appearance in June and a bit of a fine… also means we can’t drive ’round town any more… or to the beach… or anywhere else until it’s registered. Bugger. Bad timing! I suppose we should look for a bit more permanent job for a while, and postpone the rainforest trip for a while… again.

Anyway, there’s not much more I can add to all of that. I’ve put up a few more random pics of Cooktown, including some taken at the Gardens. The large snake is a display there, and carved out of a single piece of wood. I was quite impressed! And the flowers are Cooktown Orchids. They’re this town’s pride and joy and their image is depicted on many things up this way, although from all accounts they’re kind of hard to find in the wild.

Oh, and one more thing… we’re giving up smoking. Mostly because we’ve run out of both tobacco and money again, but also simply because we would like to. Wish us luck :0)

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Another Walk at Walker Bay

In this episode we take a new friend to Walker Bay beach and just miss a crocodile.

Sunday was a good day. We cleaned the Big Kitchen and then took our new friend to Walker Bay. She has no transport so we have decided to show her a few of the cool places around the area.

Mary has had quite an adventure in Australia already, with some relationship turmoil as well. I won’t tell tales, but imagine being thousands of kilometres from home and walking away from your partner and nearly everything you own. A good exercise in self discovery.

OK, so we went to the beach. Our art installations are still standing! We’ve had some big tides this week, so I expected they’d be washed away. We also just missed a beach loving crocodile. See the pics of the tracks below. Jack the dog found a 30 centimetre Seahorse exoskeleton too.  Oh, and compare the big stump pic to the one in our previous Walker Bay post. This beach is very fluid. Last time we went there were two creeks flowing into the sea, but now there is just the one. That’s where the croc tracks came from. The rest of the pics are just my happy snaps 🙂 Hope you enjoy.
Tonight I am going to attempt to catch a fish again…suuure.

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Oh, Did I Say ‘Patting’ Crocs?

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This morning (Saturday) was an absolutely too beautiful for words morning. It was even stunning viewed through the eyes of someone who’d consumed too many Coopers Sparkling Ales after a day of hard work and not enough water. Yep, I was just a bit seedy. Tina and I met a new visitor who comes from Estonia. We ended up sitting, chatting and drinking until nearly 1am. We managed to get through nearly three six packs between us. Of course Tina and Mary woke up relatively healthy. I on the other hand paid the price for not having drunk enough H2O through the day. Dehydration is not a good thing.

This morning we went to the markets and bought some chutneys and sauces, plus some yummy Passionfruit and a few other things. The markets are held every Saturday morning in the park near the Bowls Club. The view is pretty cool and today the water was like glass.
If you check the pics you’ll see two crocodile warning signs in one of them. The portable sign is used when a croc sighting has been reported to authorities. It’s an extra warning to be aware that there is a toothy log about.

When I signed off our last post I did say that Tina had been patting crocs. But I was just ‘tending. She has actually been painting one 🙂

Croc lives at the entrance to Pam’s Place (www.cooktownhostel.com) and was sculpted by a good friend of Scott, the owner as a gift. Originally he was Green and carried a rucksack. Over the years his rucksack fell off due to many wet seasons. Recently Scott decided that he needed a makeover. Something to make him ‘stand out’. Well, he painted him Red. Bright Red. Unfortunately he didn’t turn out quite the way Scott expected. He was discussing Crocs sunburnt condition with Judy from Guurrbi Tours (www.guurrbitours.com) and asked if she knew of an artist who could fix him up. Judy immediately thought of Tina. One thing led to another and Tina was ‘commissioned’ to paint him.

Over the course of a couple of weeks, Tina thought about what she could do. Scott wanted him to stand out a bit so that he would be noticed. After much deliberation, what you see in the pics above was the end result. I reckon he looks pretty cool. Somewhat natural, but with a nice Yellow belly and a very nice smile. If you look closely you’ll also notice his new Gold tooth, a little homage to the Palmer River Gold rush, one of the events in history that put Cooktown on the map.

I’ve also put up a couple of pics of some of Cooktowns iconic buildings as a teaser for one our Twitter friends. I promised I would go for a walk and post some photos from around town. I hope these couple whet her appetite for now.
One is a typical street view that has probably been photographed a million times as it is taken from the bus stop. The other two are the two oldest pubs in town. The West Coast was built in 1883. The Cooktown (Top Pub) was built in 1885 I think. The last pic was taken as I was laying on my back while Tina finished Croc. The sky was too nice not to share.

This evening the tides are good, so we’re going fishing. Maybe I’ll get lucky tonight. 🙂

We Are Jacks Of Many Trades

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G’day all from Paradise (you know, Cooktown-Queensland, Australia).
Brad here again.
We’ve been busy little folk these past couple of days, trying to earn our keep and put food in us, Jack the dog & Jimmy the 4WD. It’s weird. If we don’t pour diesel in Jimmys tank, he goes on strike and won’t take us anywhere! And Jack…well if we don’t keep him fed he starts eyeing us off like we’re rump steaks.

On Wednesday we went out to ‘Farmer Johns’ and picked a heap of off season Limes and Lemons for him. Sounds simple, but due it being off season, and due to the Wet season restricting access to the property, it wasn’t.
Off season means the fruit isn’t that abundant. Well for the Limes at least. Also, a lot of it was too ripe or blemished for market demands. Then there is the ‘tangle weed’. This stuff grows like mad through The Wet, covering anything that’s above ground. The Lime trees had a blanket of weed on them, making it extremely difficult to find the already sparse fruits.
The Lemons were another story. There were basket loads of beautiful, juicy Lisbon Lemon fruit on the trees. I mean juicy. One average size fruit will half fill a cup. I can make a litre of really tasty juice with just two Lemons & some water & a bit of sugar. Problem is, the market demands clean, unblemished Green fruit. Yep, they want their Lisbon Lemons Green. Apparently, they become too sweet when they turn Yellow. Tina and I tested this theory. No. Lisbon Lemons do not go sweet! Well not to our taste buds at least. Unfortunately, most of the fruit was too ripe or blemished, so the entire day yielded onky eight baskets of Limes and Five of Lemons.

We also discovered that Lime trees have stealth thorns. Lemon trees have big-arse spikes that impale you if you’re not careful. But they stick out like proverbial dog balls! You just can’t miss them and so have a fighting chance to avoid them. Limes on the hand are sneaky buggers. Lime thorns are small and hide in places on the tree where you just don’t expect them to be. Like the branch you reach past to get at that perfect Lime inside the canopy. They slice clean and you only notice that you’ve been cut when you look at your forearm a few minutes later and see a mixture of fresh flowing blood, sweat and a few flies gorging on your vital fluid.
The only saving grace is that citrus has antiseptic properties. So when you do end up looking like something out of a slash fest flick, you know you won’t end up with some incurable infection.
We ended the day tired, scratched up and sweaty. But we worked, which means we’ll eat again. We also got a few bags of Lemons and Limes to juice and cook with. I think I’ve had more Vitamin C go through my body these past two days than I have in the past year!

Today I started prepping a boat for a new mate. He bought it down Bloomfield way but it needs some work and some modifications before it’s ready for the water. The pointy bit, that’s the technical term for the ‘Bow’, had been filled with expanding foam filler under timber. The wood is rotten so the lot needs to go. It also needs a light sand for a basic paint job above the waterline, and a bare metal sand along the  side bits (Gunnals). The owner wants to take it to the aluminium welder next week so I hope to get it all finished for him by tomorrow arvo.
I threw a new jockey wheel on it today, and got rid of the dead timber and some of the foam. I also managed to do some sanding.

When it’s ready, it may well have a 120HP motor on a pod hanging off its arse ( the stern). Considering it isn’t much longer than 17 feet, I would expect it will go like a shower o’ shit.

Anyways, this was going to be a short update…we will have a cool post tomorrow. Tina has been patting a Crocodile!
We didn’t get pics of the farm yet. Maybe Sunday when we go out. I did take a couple of the boat part prepped though.

A Visit to Walker Bay Beach – Cooktown

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Hey folks (Brad’s blogging)
Saturday dawned rain free, so after doing some kitchen cleaning we did a ‘wharfie’ & then made our way to Walker Bay beach to do some exploring and give Jack the dog a run.

Walker Bay beach (the part we went to) runs for about three and a half kilometres. It begins on the North side of the mouth of the Annan River and finishes at the rocks on the Southern end of Monkhouse Point. Beachsafe.org.au lists it as ‘Golf Course’…due to the Walker Bay links at the Northern section. If you search the Beach Safe site, it is beach number qld0644.

Getting to Walker Bay beach is pretty straightforward, but you’ll need a 4WD unless you intend on walking. Head South out of Cooktown and turn left onto Quarantine Bay Road. Head down a km or two and hang right onto the golf course road. About 500 metres or so you’ll see a well worn track going off to the right. Head down the track and eventually you’ll end up on the beach. Take care on the track and drive slowly. It is very narrow and has many blind corners and crests. You shouldn’t need FWD, but you will need the clearance due to ruts, tree roots and stuff.

We got down to the end of the track to the beach, which then splits two ways. You can drive North to the point, or head South to the mouth of the Annan River. The Southern end is a favourite for kite surfers and board riders when the swell allows. We parked Jimmy the 4WD at the t-junction and decided to walk North to Monkhouse Point.
Jack loves this beach! It is a driftwood collectors paradise, which also makes it a stick loving dogs little bit of heaven. The first time we came here, Jack did a happy bark. It’s the first happy bark we think he has done in years! Well, he found a stick that looked alright and we did the throwing thing for him. The wind has been blowing well from the South East, so it was easy to send him up the beach for fifty metres or so. He’d run back, give us the stick and wait for the next chase. If we got carried away playing with driftwood or looking for pretty shells, Jack would give a loud bark to remind us we had a job to do. After all, a dog can’t throw a stick on the beach by himself.

Tina and I wandered along, finding interesting things; a lost crab pot, some Nautilus shells, old rope, the inevitable rubber thongs and some very cool weathered wood. I decided to play artist and stand some of the stumps and stuff up in the sand. Kind of like miniature wooden Easter Island type things (check the pics).  The tall log in one of the pics is nearly three metres tall. We buried about half a metre of it in the sand, so hopefully it will stay vertical for a while. We also checked out the two fresh water creeks that run out of the dunes and onto the beach whilst staying acutely aware of the possibility of toothy logs taking us by surprise. That big stump in one of the pics is roughly 1.2 metres in diameter, so we decided not to try and stand it up. Can you imagine hitting that at speed on the ocean? We also came across half a Hobie Cat in the sand. Looks like it’s been there a while.

After an hour or so we got to the point. We weren’t going to climb the rocks, but Jack had other ideas. He bounced up the rocks then disappeared. He came back with a look that said, “You two need to get up here and check this out!” He was right. The view was very nice. Plus, the rock itself was just too cool (for rock geeks at least).
After playing around up there for a while we headed back toward the car.

Once back at the car (four hours all up) we drove down to the Southern end of the beach. This is where the Annan River greets the ocean. A spit runs about 500 metres into the mouth which helps to make the whole area sandy. There are few mangroves at the mouth proper which makes it quite a nice area.

We explored the mouth for a bit and then made our way back to town.
It was a little later that we realised we’d spent about 5 hours in the sun…shirtless. With no sunscreen.
Tina highly recommends cold tea for relief of sunburn 🙂 I on the other will remain tough and peel like a pasty European later in the week.
All the photos at top are geotagged. So if you have something that can read the tags, you’ll be able to use Google Earth to place the locations. I’ll sort out putting these up on Panoramio later to make it easier.

A Quiet Couple of Days

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Hi gang. Brad here for an update.
It’s been a quiet couple of days up here in the Paradise we sometimes call Cooktown. Did you know this place was named after one Captain Town? He couldn’t navigate a reef for shit & had to stop in while his boat healed.
Thx Captain. If it wasn’t for you, the local bama would have been certain to keep this place to themselves.

Yesterday we went visiting! Dropped in & had a yarn with Dan. Then we went to Gazzas place but he was asleep. Found him at the West Coast & said a quick hello later on though. Did a wharfie & had a natter with Andre too. He was happy. The swell was running at nearly a metre in Walker Bay, so he got to have a surf. Yep, sometimes it blows up enough to surf here. Kite surfing is big for some up here. We saw a couple down Walker Bay last week.
The weather is trying to clear today. Not far Nth there has been over 150mm of rain, but here it hasn’t been too wet. Lotsa rain but still good. We’re thinking of going for a walk this arvo if my one hours pay goes into the bank. We’ll be $30 rich if it does! I’m looking for more work about town in the next couple of days so if any locals are reading, tweet @UncleChilliMan on Twitter if you know of anything please.
We’ve been offered temp accommodation while the weather is like it is. I won’t divulge much except that we’ve talked about these good people a few times and they have blood worth bottling!
We also got to talk with some rangers who are working down around Home Rule. The weather has them stuck in town due to the road conditions and they can’t get to work. We had a yarn about the area & the work that needs to be done to fix the land after the Tin mines have closed. There is a serious lantana problem in some places that has to be controlled before it takes over everything. Now there’s a job for a migaloo like me! I’ll happily pull Lantana if it means getting closer to this country & also involves learning about the land from people who have a 50 thousand year history here.
These fellas are working around the Trevethan area. That’s part of the country sort of around Shiptons Flat etc. Tin mines unfortunately mess up the land pretty bad, so there is a lot to do. We’re going to visit them at their ‘office’ one day down there. Should be a learning experience.
Anyway, time for me to check the bank again and then have a quick shower.
I’d post some new pics but don’t have any yet. I’ll put some older ones up maybe. Oh there is a video of gap creek too for you. Not a good video but OK for a phone job. One more thing. I’ll be geotagging our posts when I do them so you can spy on us 🙂

We Found Trevathan Falls and Some Old Mines

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We left the rainforest and headed back North to the Mt Amos road. This track follows Trevathan Ck and then runs into the end of the Black Trevathan Range. This range is also famous as being home to Kalkajaka, or Black Mountain. The Black Mountain National Parks lies on the Nth Western end of the range. These mountains consist of huge granite boulders, most of them being jet black & piled up as high as 465 metres. There is a Dreamtime story or two about Kalkajaka (home of evil spirits), but it is a special mens story & can’t be told here.

We drove as far along Mt Amos Road as we could, then back tracked, looking for a familiar landmark.  However, there has been a lot of mining going on over the past 30 years and this landscape has changed considerably. So much so that there is a 4WD track running all the way to Trevathan Falls.  In 1982 a mate and I walked up the creek in the dry season & ‘found’ these falls. I remember that barely a trickle was running over the huge granite
Rock  that makes up part of these falls. When Tina and I walked the trail up to these falls on Sunday, they were roaring! The wind and mist were blowing the trees crazily. There was no possibility of taking a photo because it was just too wet! We’ll go back again soon and try though. These falls are pretty cool.
We stopped overnight near the falls with plans to head back to Cooktown early Monday morning.
Monday morning was wet and rainy. We figured the creeks might be up a bit, so did some more exploring for my old campsite. I think we got close but really need to have a serious hunt around. The old Serem mine is long gone & other mines have been and gone, so I don’t have any base to start my hunt. We’ll find it one day.

We eventually got back to town around lunchtime. We dropped into Garys place and said hi. Then we headed out to Finch Bay again for the night.

The photos at top are random pics from the Mt Amos area. Some are geotagged for your Google Earthing pleasure.

A Weekend of Revisiting Revisited – 2 Posts in One Day!

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Yep, two posts in ONE day. Kind of a different thing for us.

So, we left our rainforest paradise to look for my old campsite on Mt Amos Road. But first, I want Tina to write some ascii about  *HER* impressions of that special place. A little secret though. On Saturday night, Tina suggested we go into Auravale in the morning. The real reason we didn’t go in wasn’t because the creek was up. I said to Tina that when we cross the creek and drive up to the property, we are only 4 hours walk from Cedar Bay. She agreed we should wait until we are really ready to go bush. Sooo close…

*SNARF! Tina takes over the blog*

Where do I start…? Let me just say this first.

This whole trip has unfolded in a really amazing way. First, there was a distinct lack of work on the way up to Cooktown. It forced us to push on until we got here. Then, we seemed to meet the right people at the right times, giving us ideas on where to go, work oportunities, etc. The land became more and more familiar-feeling as we drove north, and felt more welcoming. Even the weather feels lovely… yes, even the rain feels wonderful to me.

We saw a croc in the waves on our very first day here. We’ve seen wallabies hopping across the main road in town. A brush turkey chick chose to shelter out of the rain in our car with us for the night. The birds at the wharf recognise us. A pair of sunbirds have taken a liking to us, visiting us a number of times. I found a beautiful and perfect shell just lying on the beach. We’ve picked up a load of little rocks and a couple of nice pieces of driftwood. Today we found a dead nudibranch floating at the water’s edge. We’re noticing all the little things again.

And the people that we’ve met since we’ve been here have been amazingly friendly and helpful.

Dragon and Steve we met even before we got to town. They were hitching from Lakeland and piled into the back seat with the dogs. Dragon’s a spin (he’s a chef, Vic) and didn’t shut up the whole time. They were coming up for the pool comp at ‘The Top Pub’. We ran into him again on Saturday. ‘I know those two ugly mugs’ he yells out. Couldn’t help recognising that voice… didn’t need to see the dreadlocked head. ‘Knew I’d see youse two again,’ he said.

Dan was living in his car when we drove into town with no gas in our cooker and no $$ in our pockets. He gave us a gas cylinder and we had hot food and coffee for the rest of the week. We’ve seen him around town since. He’s managed to rent a flat now and we’ve promised to visit him soon… just as soon as we can stop marveling at everything.

Judy and Willie from Guurrbi tours are both amazing people too. Willy offered to help us fix our lights on the night that he was helping to host a flood relief fund raiser. We politely declined his generous offer though… couldn’t let him get his good shirt dirty. And Judy gave my name to Scott when he mentioned that he was looking for an arty type to paint his crocodile. Not only that, but the woman can talk. I’m looking forward to coffee with her when they get back from their business trip.

Scott, Ady and Uncle Roy own/run the Cooktown Motel (or Pam’s Place as the locals still call it). The three of them have helped to restore my faith in humanity. I took an instant liking to Scott the day I met him. Those of you who know me well know just how rare a thing that is. He’s already given us much… including friendship, free use of the washing machine, showers, kitchen etc (should we need it) and even gave us a brand new dog bed for Jack. Scott is big (he called me a short-ass the other day) and bright and has a heart of gold. He makes me feel comfortable. If he wasn’t older than me, I’d adopt him.
Ady is Scott’s partner and is quite different. He’s quiet, loves music, photography and (godhelpim) apple technology. Despite his obvious iFault, he’s very cool and has the cutest smile. I promised not to stir him until he cries.
And Uncle Roy is unique. He’s recently found true love but she lives in Brazil. They’re going to meet up again in New Zealand later this year. I have promised to teach him how to use email before he goes. He reckons he’s too old, but I told him you’re never too old to learn new things… just like you’re never too old to fall in love. He smiles like a teenager when you say that.
And this next bit might freak out a few of those who know me well… I found myself singing out loud whilst scrubbing walls! It’s enough to make me think that something’s seriously wrong with me. 😉 I do feel that we’ll be dropping in for the good company often. I could probably even manage to make a few beds while we’re there. I do want to cook them a big feed soon… must be my mother instinct.

And then there’s Errol and Uncle, who stopped to yarn on our first day here. They told us about some good local spots to stop and took it upon themselves to teach us a few words. Theres a few Uncles, but we’re shitty at remembering names so we just call them Uncle, like everyone else. So if in future posts we refer to Uncle, it could be any of a dozen men. Our bad.

Similarly, there are a few Aunties and Tittas (Sisters). I wish my memory for names was better. Eddie and Titta came over to the car a few nights ago and introduced themselves. They gave us some more tips on camping spots and stuff.

Wooly is big and friendly and  always smiles. Occasionally he’ll be seen clutching a VB carton.

Lea and her Mum are both lovely women, both artists who are immensely proud of each other. I was overwhelmed by their friendliness.

Garry noticed us around town and stopped to ask us over for dinner. He made a beautiful curry and we had a lovely evening. He also made the generous offer of a room in his house. We politely declined again, explaining that we really do like living in our car. He mentioned that he’d like a few chooks as pets so I’m going to make it my business to find him some.

Raya said hello one day at Finch Bay and we ended up having a big chat. Turns out that she was in Cardwell during Yasi… scary shit! She also happens to be one of Scott’s friends. Small world… well, it IS in Cooktown.

But that kind of friendliness seems to come from most around here. There are so many others that I can’t list. It seems that the whole of Cooktown has opened their arms to us. This truly is a magical little town and I love it.

But having said that…

Two nights ago we slept in the rainforest, man! The REAL rainforest!! WOW!!

Before we got there, we stopped for a beer at The Lion’s Den (google it, I can’t figure out this link thing). It was a surreal feeling pulling into the car park. I’ve heard more about this one pub, and by so many different people than any other pub in the country. We had to stop.

It’s amazing! Just what I imagined. The walls, the drinking paraphenalia, the old stuff, the clothes, the animal skins, the party photos, the verandah, the m-f’n big trees, the locals, the atmosphere. It was something like walking into a dream.

And then we continued on towards the big green trees. Wow. Oh wow! Oh WOW! Ooh wooow… etc etc…
When we pulled into the driveway at Auravale, I think I’d run out of Wow’s. We drove in a couple of hundred metres and had to stop at the crossing. The water really was too high to cross. I wouldn’t have walked it, so we wouldn’t have driven across. I’m a bit disappointed but I’m also glad… as Brad said, it would have been hard to leave again had we crossed that creek.

We stopped and walked down to the creek. I can’t describe the beauty of the forest. Big trees, vines, ferns, rushing water, moss covered rocks, knarly tree roots, soft leaf litter EVERYWHERE.

The first thing I did was stand in the creek. The water was cold and refreshing. Then I spent about an hour looking at all the rocks in the road. I stared at trees for a bit, boiled the billy for a cuppa, checked out some more trees, made a pretty measly dinner and spent the rest of the evening watching the trees. It was pretty damn cool.

I’m glad we didn’t cross the creek yet. Brad’s right. I could feel the pull of the place. We both know that we’ll want to keep going. But, we want to be fully stocked and ready to go in for a couple of weeks, at the least. I’m pretty sure we’ll like it when we get there. And I’m sure it won’t be long before we head in again, for real. Of course, we’ll warn you when we’re about to head out of phone range. And we’ll update as soon as we can.

Well, I suppose I should give this bloody phone back to Brad. Take care all. Love you heaps, miss you more. Xxxxxxxx

‘You want this phone back Baby? I think I’ve had enough for one night. Baby?’
*snore*
‘Damn! I haven’t been at this for that long that you’d fall asleep, have I?!

Yes… yes I have…’

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