Late March, 2013
Hat Head National Park
I hope they come back, because I'm not running after them.
A little oasis.
Too good to resist.
heading for another wipeout.
Despite the population on the East Coast, you can still have a beach all to yourself at times.
Take only photographs....leave only footprints.....oh and perhaps a little bream or two.
Yuragir National Park
Despite almost a year of adventurous travel, Leanne has still not managed to shake an intense (bordering on pathological) fear of getting bogged on a beach with a rising tide. Needless to say there were a few deep-breathing sessions at Yuragir National Park as we were looking for a camp spot.
With the masses moving on to the coast for the Easter break, we came across this lovely beach perch at the Illaroo campground near Minnie Waters. Our over-nighter turned into a week-long stay as we hooked up with a lovely crew of four families from the Gold Coast.
Brooms Head - a scenic spot.
Beach-front campfires beside the rising moon were a nightly treat.
April 2, and it's all about mum. I had a lovely birthday with special cards, paper planes and a brightly-decorated camper trailer with breakfast in bed. Lucky me!
Rowdy Moments
The Good: Possibly the best `hot rocks' relaxation massage Leanne has had in her life and the groovy new skirt and dress she bought for her birthday - you can never have too many fashionable items when you are on a year-long camping trip!
The Bad: The poor-old beaches between Port Macquarie and the Sunshine Coast, many of which have lost between 50m and 100m of beach in recent wild storms and cyclones.
The Ugly: A certain car occupant's meltdown when we did, in fact, get bogged for a very short time on the beach near Minnie Waters. Paul let some air out of the tyres and we drove straight out......but not before a little tantrum from yours truly.
The Slightly Odd: Sitting in our very quiet litte campground at Hungry Beach, were were quite surprised to see a large procession of smart vehicles containing cheery, smartly-dressed campers file in over several hours. The big sing-along that night gave us a clue, but all was confirmed in the morning as I attempted to quietly skirt around the group to get to the loo, but was pleasantly invited to join them in prayer and hymns. It was most odd to see the evangelical-type leader pacing around with his microphone in one hand and bible in the other. But all their children were very well behaved - perhaps we should seek salvation!
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