The Riverside camping is not what we are made for. Busy, noisy, dogs nervous and closely on the lead all the facilities but too many people.
We were on the road before 9 am, fed (world class breakfast), washed, and packed. We decided to just suck it up and drive the 170 km (it was actually close to 200 but don’t tell Marjo as she found it already silly to drive past Cairns where we will stay close to on the 31st to meet Jos and Berna for a camping south of Cairns). Funnily enough we came past 4 mile beach and it would just be criminal to not have a look if the wind was right for kitesurfing. You can imagine my surprise that it was.
So we unpacked the kite; Port Douglas people seem to like to sleep in on Sunday and even after a walk we were the first people on the beach with a kite.
Soon though others joined. The tide was going out which meant less waves and now closer to the reef the water was very calm. It also meant that the water was retreating and it got very shallow, even so that a step-up launch works fine but my skills only allow a sit-down-plunge-in launch and descent.
The pictures are just compliments to the photograph-her as my sore bum attests to the not so elegant landings. At some point I was quite a bit offshore and when the kite also landed in the water, I had swallowed a couple of gallons on seawater and the board had followed the tide, I noticed I couldn’t stand anymore. Then it was time to stop.
We took the very scenic route from Port Douglas to Cairns and arrived at Bramston beach with the ocean as our backyard.
The camping has a nice short beach which we walked with the dogs, surprisingly no shells, so time to relax.
That means the hammock out between the trees and the seats on the beach for a nap, reading, watching the ocean and solving the worlds problems.
Posted from Bramston Beach, Queensland, Australia.
Recent Comments