To Hervey Bay
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.
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.
Looking toward the fire, now over our left shoulder.
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 CHANNELS