To Hervey Bay
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Fri 13 May 2016 22:57
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To Hervey Bay – en Route to
Lady Musgrave Island
  We got up this morning to face washing and drying the Mexican train dominoes all sticky
with bug spray and then wipe up all the dead bodies
that had fallen like teeny weeny confetti all over the cockpit – not my best
idea but they would have been dead anyway as their short life would have seen
them keel over during the night. Not so sticky a mess
though....... Yes dear........
 Todays plan
is to get to Hervey Bay and deep water (all of sixteen metres) before sunset.
Then overnight to Lady Musgrave Island some one hundred and sixteen miles away.
 Leaving Moonboom
at low tide – at least if we ‘sail on the spot’ anywhere in the shallow
bits we know it won’t be for long.......
 Shallow it was with 0.5 metres below
us through the Great Sandy Strait.
   Through the wiggly
bit, I had luscious deep water (15 metres
below) on a straight run. Silly boy wearing my
shorts, don’t ask – I didn’t......
  The green marker – complete with shag was in the middle of nowhere and the red looked as if it was on the rocky edge.
 Just before my left turn we saw a wreck.
 IPad
view.
 As we passed by we saw that she was
quite a big girls called Ceratodus.
 The
creek named after the wreck.
   We watched a white-bellied sea eagle as she avoided conflict with a
couple of seagulls, swoop and miss
twice.
   She got a steely
look in her eyes, not going to fail again. I
was clicking happily, ready for the successful capture – Oh, no, she plunged
behind the conservatory and all we ended up with was her backside flying off with her prize.......
 Passing Duck
Island.
 Through the gap ahead - Hervey Bay.
 The Kingfisher Bay
Ferry crosses in front of us headed for Kingfisher
Resort.
 Out in the bay it was funny to see
a marker in what looks like the ocean.
 Funnier still was a few miles on when
we saw a red marker.
 A fishing
girl on her way home.
 A distant
fire made for interesting colours at dusk.
 Our last
marker.
 Sunset.
 Looking toward the fire,
now over our left shoulder.
 Gone.
As you all know dear readers, I love
the time after the harsh oranges and reds of sunset, when the gentle pinks and
greys take over. Well, a chance in billions happened this evening, it wasn’t
until I transferred todays photographs to the laptop that I saw it. I had been
photo-bombed by a dolphin........
 ALL IN ALL LOTS TO
SEE
VERY RURAL ICW-LIKE THROUGH WELL MARKED
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