I was going to have a rest day today, give the 3 of you that read this blog a break, but that could be habit forming, better to let it flow.. ohh. ohhh ohh. as Spiritualized would say.
From what i can gather so far, the bloggersphere, or the people that read blogs prefer upbeat stories, preferably that have a sense of humour and tell a tale. I would like feedback now and again from you, the readers, leave comments, tell me what you like, what you don't like. The statistics might be all wrong. What's that saying "lies, damn lies and statistics" first coined by Mark Twain.
The following story i believe meets all the criteria for a hit blog. Let's see though, shall we?
It is an oldish tale, it involves singalongs, a road trip, native animals, bushfires, creek crossings, a wreck and a cautionary tale about worrying about nothing.
I had just recently purchased a new car, a 4WD Nissan Pathfinder and decided it was time that the family all hit the road on a summer vacation. Fraser Island was our goal and along the way some other parts of the North Coast.
We took off up highway 1 and something weird happened on this trip, almost straight off the bat, we decided it would be a good idea to write and sing some songs along the way. Just make them up on the fly. I decided that there needed to be a good song written about highway 1 and started making up the melody, it was a great way of killing time as we headed up the highway with many hours of driving ahead of us. It went something like this.
slow intro. On Highway one..
It's fun in the sun,
hearding North past ports
there's lot's of crazy rorts
gotta get out of the rat race
gotta find my own space
Then blah, blah blah.. won't divulge the full song
Penning that song, stopping at stop,revive, survive spots, the big rock, kept us occupied and amused. We kept driving, swapping drivers every few hours as we hit Noosa and the first bit of 4WDriving that we had done on the 40 mile beach stretch, past a wreck in the ocean and a few freshwater lakes.
We next hit the car ferry spot, which took us over to Fraser Island, the south tip of the island. We drove up the East side of the island a bit and stayed at a campsite near Lake Boomanjin, which was fenced in to keep the dingoes and critters out. We met an English backpacker who was really doing it on the cheap, he came out with hardly any money and was surviving on canned beans it appeared. He just wanted to see Fraser Island and was on a mission to walk around it, no car or bike and little food apparently.
We moved up on the North East coast, having to watch the tides and drive when the tides were lowest. We camped in a designated camp ground near Happy Valley, which even had a small grocery shop with highly inflated prices. It was near a lot of landmarks, such as Maheno Wreck and Eli Creek. Both had songs written again by us. Maheno Wreck went something like this.
Maheno Wreck, Maheno Wreck
What a ship, What a wreck
Maheno Wreck, I'm going to spray!!
Eli Creek was just amazing, we all loved it and spent a lot of time there at different parts of the day, I think it was most stunning towards the end of day and it had fewer crowds. Steff had these shorts that when wet were a bit see through and you could see her knickers (undies) underneath. She was at the top of Eli Creek, where you start to float down and I was taking a few photos of her. She started carrying on and asked if I could see through her shorts, to which i said yeh, but so what. You can see your red knickers but who care's no one is going to look or care. She wasn't so sure and was all self conscious about it which irritated me a little bit.
Back at camp that night after we had a feed she brought up the see through shorts again and I think i lost it and made up the crazy see through shorts song on the spot. I got up and started singer to her.
Steff and her see through shorts
Steff and her see through shorts
she thinks everyone is looking
everyone is watching,
Steff and her see through shorts
Steff an her see through shorts
she thinks everyone is looking
everyone is saying, look at her red knickers, whooohhh whoooooh.
But really, no one is looking, no one is watching
No one really gives a shit
Steff and her see through shorts
Steff and her see through shorts
Everyone cracked up, including Steff. It was a catchy tune that got sung a lot that holiday. Often requested by my son and Steff over the years.
We visited Happy Valley and made up a cool song about our short experience there, including seeing a dingo walk down the main street from the resort. We hit the other side of the island, Kingfisher resort and spent a day by the pool, enjoying cocktails and 80's music videos all day. We also drove further up the East Coast to Waddy Point, past some large rockpools. At Waddy Point, we saw, whales, tortoises, dolphins and porpoises all in a short space of time. It was like nature gone wild, i felt a real affinity for that spot and decried that it would be my spirit totem and that I would return. To me that headland, is the King of all headlands, of all the Eastern headlands of which there is many, this one reigns supreme.
Happy Valley, Happy Valley (handclaps)
It has cool drinks and ice
Happy Valley in the summertime (more handclaps)
It has cool drinks ice and fuel
Happy Valley, Happy Valley (handclaps)
it has cool drinks, ice, fuel and dingo
Happy Valley in the summertime (more handclaps)
On the drive back at low tide from Waddy, we started making out smoke in the distance and realized it was bushfires. I didn't even realize that a place like this, World heritage listed, could even have fires and wondered of the consequences. The bushfires burned for a day and it was all over the news apparently. At Lake McKenzie the next day the smoke and ashes gave the sky and surrounds an eerie feeling. I remember feeling ash fall from the sky gently and land on my arms and head like grey snow, like powder. We swam in the clear blue freshwater, i climbed trees with my son and swam out into the deep blue of the lake and pondered on this amazing place and my time there.
Oh, nearly forgot & we crossed a lot of creeks, no biggy. I remember hearing one story of a brand new Landcruiser that got stuck on a crossing then buried under the incoming tide.
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