A Week With Eil and Sue!



Cooktown Pole Dancers

We spent a week in August exploring the north from Townsville to Cooktown with  friends. Four of us in our tent! Tim has decided that one wife is plenty. (Whats worse than a nagging wife? Three nagging wives). We covered a lot of ground in an amazing amount of  time. It actually felt like a marathon! Enough said for fear of an uprising!

Not only was it  rushed  but crowded too...no not in the tent...everywhere we went! Kurrimine Beach resembled a nursing home for grey nomads and ...well that is all I am going to say about that too! I have decided that from now on  we go where no one goes on our get-aways.

Cassowary at Etty Bay

  In our search for Cassowary's we discovered Etty Bay just south of Innisfail. A glorious little bay tucked away around the corner from Mourilyan Harbour.  The dangerous critters actually have breakfast with the campers! Apparently they have become very tame after cyclone Larry went through, when locals cut up fruit for them to live till the forest grew back.

Eileen and Susan near the Curtain Fig Tablelands .

We did a day trip to the Tablelands too doing all the falls and all the beautiful vilaages between Innisfail and Malanda!



Mr Smiley was our chaperon. He kept the peace and made us all happy!

Don't know what we would have done without Mr. Smiley. He broke the silence and melted the frayed tempers when things got a little frizzled. Wasn't many times thank goodness. We are actually planning another trip so it must have been okay.

Looking through the figs with lichen growing all over it in Mossman.





Milla Milla Falls.



We decided to go back to Etty Bay  last week for a couple of days. We hired a van for the time we were there and for sure and certain I am cured of ever owning one! I suspect there may have been a 'passing' taken place in there. So old and ramshackle but we didn't really care  as we ate at the little store mostly and sat on the beach.  I set up office under a fig tree and conducted the business of writing poetry. Pure bliss. Next time we will pitch our tent and take our chances with the mozzies. It is a lovely spot and I was inspired to ramble on.