Wow where has the month gone it is August already!!!
Since my last post we have finally been blessed with some dry weather which makes mum and dad much happier. Whilst I was in the kennel at Hervey Bay, mum and dad travelled over on the barge to Fraser island. Mum said at first when they arrived over her heart sank as once again they landed on shores of mud and mangroves. Travelling over the man on the barge tried to frighten dad about how bad the tracks were and where not to go. Initially they were nervous about travelling without another vehicle but only after an hour they worked out that the man was wrong or wasn't very good at four wheel driving or something because the tracks were sandy but had a firm bottom. After the initial disappointment on arrival mum and dad were blown away how unvelivably beautiful the place was. The sand and mud flats quickly turned into a stunning rainforest. After about a 40 minute drive they burst through the thick growth and into the car park of a resort! This carpark led down to the track on the east side of the island and to the 70 mile beach which was horay WHITE! Due to the high tide they had to wait for 2 hours before they could head to the north end of the island to camp. Although the locals said it was very quiet for this time of the year there were still heaps of backpackers and tour busses. On the way up the beach mum and dad discovered a lone German backpacker hitchhiking up the beach. They picked him up and mum said he only just fitted in the back because his pack was bigger than him! He shared the journey to Eli creek which is a freshwater creek running from inland into the south pacific ocean. It was so fresh that the water could be drunk straight from the stream. Next stop was Maheno wreck where Chris the backpacker ended his journey with mum and dad. Mum said the wreck in itself was amazing but as they stood there a small plan, which mum thought would fly overhead, landed on the beach! As they drove off further north they had to give way to another plane coming in to land on the beach. By about 3.30pm they had reached Duyling camp site which was the last campsite before Sandy cape on the south side of Ngkala Rocks. They found a beautiful little spot high up on a dune overlooking the ocean because mum wanted to see the sun rise from the east.
In the morning as they packed up they had their first experience of a dingo sighting. It was during the time that dad bogged the car, yes he did but he recons he didn't but I saw mums photo and the big Colin Colorado was bogged! The dingo sat on the hill and watched dad dig, and then before high tide, they drove back to the west side of the island to fish at Wathumba creek. It poured with rain which made mum laugh and dad grumpy, well that's what mum said anyway. I think dad was grumpy because mum caught all the fish again. After spending a few hours there they travelled back to the east side of the island and back up to attempt Ngkala rocks. Due to a big tide and even bigger washout the beach to Sandy Cape was impassable which was a bit disappointing but the new camp site made up for it.
As you will see from mums photos Fraser Island was worth the visit just next time I wish I could go too!
P.S when mum and dad arrived back there was a dingo attack on a young German tourist hope that wasn't you Chris!!!!! The dingos were beautiful and all over the place. Mum said that every morning fresh tracks were all arround their campsite and she was really happy to sleep up in the roof top tent!