Well, we slept good. After a noisy evening from the surrounding caravans, we had an actually very restful sleep. Nevertheless we were not regretful to pack up and leave early. We had our mind set on Hydeaway Bay and Dingo Beach. The GPS tried its trick again and almost succeeded. It wanted us to continue straight (purple line) where the road ended in a cul-de-sac.
We tried to buy some food at the Woollies at Bowen but found that it was closed on Sundays. That decided it and soon we left Bowen, which has a strange access road. It is very messy with unkempt properties, muddy roadsides and industrial properties. Then the town itself is not too bad. Well, enough of that. Dotti felt that it was time she sat up front with Marjo and just pushed Nossi aside. 
Then we drove back to Proserpine to do the shopping. When we left we passed a garage and reversed back to it (I’m getting pretty handy at that) and asked if they could have a look at the gearbox oil. I didn’t like the sound of it (the gearbox that is). It was all fine though and since then we’ve worked out it is the engine making some sound at a certain speed. Something to keep an ear out for. Marjo will say it was her that picked that up,but of course that is just nonsense. We then drove onto Hydeaway Bay Caravan park, parked and setup the bus and went to the beach. The beaches in North Queensland seem to have tides that expose large parts of the beach. At high tide this gives a long ocean floor that prevents high waves and allows you to stand for hundreds of meters offshore and at low tide it exposes the coral, rocks and shells. A smorgasbord for Marjo. Also the dogs loved this as it leaves large pools to wade or run through. Nossi had his zoomies and loved it there.
Dotti did aquarobics for her sore back leg.
Marjo did Fossicking, made beach art and had fun with Nossi and Dotti. 
Axel did an attempt with kiteboarding but found the wind too little. Meaning that I could get it up, but had no staying power. They say that age has someone to do with it and that blue pills help, but for me it was just the lack of wind.
Marjo wanted to play with Nossi but again Dotti thought it was her turn.
So we just enjoyed the beach. We stayed for 3 nights at Hydeaway Bay, the place is really nice and the dogs loved it too and by the end of the day we all chilled out.
There were even roo’s on the camping ground.
Every evening we knew it was 6 pm because a group of King Cookoobaras let themselves hear loud and clear, the last evening just above the bus. They say that the birds make the racket every evening and morning at 6, we hope they find another tree in the morning.
The camping also had a communal campfire that we attended once, it is not so my thing to sing along to Neil Diamond and listen three times to the same story of how Sue had her friends from across the street in Hawthorn (Melbourne) come tomorrow at the same camping about 2,500 km north. She was clearly excited and I suspect also slowly developing dementia or had too many Bundy and coke.
The weather was a mix, the first day overcast, then a mix of sun and clouds with temperatures varying from 25 to 16 degrees. Still warm enough to explore the beach every day.
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