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Highlights of South East Queensland

2011-04-10T18:45:00.000-07:00

I had a friend from my old stomping grounds of US and A come and visit me.
She only had a short time to spend here in South-East Queensland and didn't want to hit the touristy sites. Instead she wanted to see the best outdoors the area had to offer.
We combined two of my favorite destinations in a short week : the Granite Belt area and the upper reaches of the Noosa River.
Both destinations are a couple's of hours drive from MEI Headquarter and offer unique opportunities for a small adventure, especially if coming from California.

We packed light for a two nights camping on granite boulders.
Just a tarp and minimal gear for easy travel, off trail.
The weather still mild (Downunder is in autumn right now) and with little wind, it was ideal conditions to camp on exposed rock.

We were graced with amazing sunsets while we prepared dinner on the little camp stove.

The second location was on the water.
I have camped on the Noosa River many times before but having a novice kayaker with me allowed me to slow my pace down and enjoy the surroundings without rushing.

The dark waters of the river mirrored the overhanging trees and the overcast sky. Only the passage of our kayaks rippled the still waters.

The slower pace took longer than expected and brought the evening to us while we were still paddling.

And then suddenly the grey skies lit up with fire and the clouds glowed like embers.
Getting to camp before dark was not a priority anymore: we were just happy to watch the liquid gold of the kayaks' wake.

The return trip was in light drizzle. Rarely I have the opportunity to be outside in nature's elements when the mind tells me to take shelter instead. And again, there was no reason to fret: the paddling top I was wearing took care of keeping me dry and warm.The reward was the lush surrounding green vegetation that was beaming at me, like it only can in the rain.

The rocky coast

2010-09-22T04:43:00.000-07:00

My closest paddling environment is a rather calm bay with no ocean swell.
The beaches are sandy and occasionally choked by mangroves.
The waters are pollution-free but some parts of the bay are a bit muddy.
Paddling there is fun, but the bay does not often offer enough opportunities to have a wilderness experience.
I love going away from the motorized crowd.
Unless I pick a windy day I can rarely experience solitude.
So, I was in heaven when I and Adventuretess undertook a two week sea journey exploring the rocky coast of Central Queensland.
No tight schedules. No GPS 'plotted' itinerary.
Only a few pointers from a friend that has paddled there before.
We didn’t want to have too much info on the location; we wanted to “discover” the coast ourselves.
We allowed enough time in case of bad weather (strong wind) and had drinking water for a week, which we planned to resupply during the trip.
For most of our trip we had very little contact with others and certainly didn’t book into any resorts half way through.
Being self sufficient is what we like. Being away from civilization is what we cherish.
The rocky coast was an incredible new paddling experience in an unfamiliar environment: swell and rebound

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Windy weekend on the bay.

2010-04-20T16:17:00.001-07:00

I have been sea kayaking in Moreton Bay for a few years now and while that is my closest paddling destination it also has a lot to offer.

The bay is protected from the ocean swell and the waters of the southern part of the bay are generally easy to paddle on calm days.

There are several island that have muddy shores and only a few sandy beaches where camping is permitted.

A particularly picturesque bay of a smaller island is very popular with power boats.

On a summer weekend it is not unusual to see more than 40 vessels anchored in that bay.

The sand is white and the shore offers excellent camping right on the beach.

Unfortunately where there is access by motorized means (boat) usually there is noise; and I don't mean just the one coming from the motors of the boats and jet skis, it's the blaring poor taste music and the incessant shouting and foul language that bothers me too.

Well, it was all very different last weekend.

With the forecast of Southerly winds of up to 20 knots there was not a single boat in the bay; not one!

My paddling trip over to the Island took less than usual since I used a sail on a tail wind.

I was able to surf the little wind waves and I had a ball side surfing some of the slightly larger ones.

Once at the island I was very pleased to see that I was the only one there.

The whole beach and bay were deserted: it reminded me of the Whitsundays.

this bay is usually full of boats

I then realized how seaworthy sea kayaks are.

As long as one has the skills to paddle in slightly demanding conditions chances are he/she won't see any of the usual weekend traffic found in the bay.

Only the ferries were still going but they were a distant sight.

The wind never increased to much (occasional gust up to 20 knots) and in the evening it calmed down almost completely.

Some stormy clouds gathered on the horizon but never closed in on us.

They however offered a spectacular sunset.

With the low tide exposing some shallow ponds the pre-dinner stroll was captivating.

Now I know how to achieve peace and quiet in the Bay over the weekend: head out when the wind is blowing.

Whitsundays 2009: Shute Harbour to Dingo Beach

2009-09-14T21:50:00.000-07:00

I saw this object floating in the rough water.
It was round and bright red.
Then a wave picked up my kayak and I surfed towards it a bit too fast to work out what it was.
Instinctively I extended my arm and picked it up: it was a thick slice of watermelon!
A hastily placed in my skirted lap and braced before the wave broached my kayak.
Some sailing ship must have lost it overboard but it still looked fresh.
Later once landed on the beach I had a nibble at it: salty but still good. I offered it to my paddling Team but had no takers.
Ah well: more for me...

We were into our 4th day of a two week trip and the wind was blowing a good 20 knots on the stern. The following seas against tidal flow made for nice steep short waves that we could surf while sailing. It was a real hoot.
We were in high spirit since conditions were absolutely great for kayak sailing, unlike the previous year where we battled 35 knots winds on the bow.

The previous night we camped on a rather exposed coral beach and worried a little bit about the stormy clouds that the evening showers brought. The tents were secured with big chunks of coral, close to the high tide mark but I was a bit nervous nevertheless.
Just as well I brought my luxury new sleeping mat or it would have been an uncomfortable night sleeping on that rough coral beach.

We all knew each others paddling abilities and limitations, in our little group of 4 paddlers, but we have never spent more than a long week-end paddling or walking together.
Eventually the differences of character revealed themselves and the individual ambitions and goals clashed. Somehow it was not clearly communicated before the trip what we all wanted from this journey and since the obvious was not stated a few hours of "negotiations" took place to sort out the differences.

But how could anybody not a have a great time in this tropical location.

We decided that we wanted to stay away from the tourist destinations (Whitehaven Beach and the resorts) and try to have a "remote" experience instead.

The islands that we visited were not on the German and Scandinavian hit list therefore we rarely shared our solitude with the occasionally yachtie.
They have proven to be a much more understanding bunch than your typical boatie.
A yachtie is used to be out at sea for period of times and knows how precious drinking water can be.
And water was what we were offered most often which we accepted eagerly.
We could not have carried more than a week's supply of drinking water and our resupply location failed: the desalinator had broken down and they could not spare us absolutely any water.

Evening dinner was shared: the two cooks alternated between the nights. The other two were on dish duties.

Most of our meals were prepared back at home and dehydrated.
It was surprising how little room a dinner for four takes. Add water, a bit of cooking and magically it came back to life... well, most of the times.
One particular meal of chicken red curry with green beans remained chewy and luckily we had spare food to substitute the failed recipe.
Vanilla was hoping to provide fresh fish but despite his best efforts only one night he was lucky to catch enough for all of us. The coral coast is a hard place to try to land a fish: once they take the lure they run under the coral and snag or snap the line. A few lures were lost.

Surprisingly the biting critters did not bother us as much as other times. It could have been the Candlefire with citronella wax, it could have been the different locations but I want to pin it down to "San-Fla' Van" that Vanilla had concocted just before the trip.
Not satisfied with the commercial offerings of mosquito repellent that contain DEET (toxic and very damaging on any plastic item made from Nylon) or the ineffective new alternative containing Picardin, Van decided to make his own.
He has revealed me the secret ingredients but I have been sworn to secrecy.
The "San-Fla' Van" however worked like a miracle: where applied it would repel the pesky midges (noseeums) for hours. It would leave the skin dry and if I put my applying hand accidentally in my mouth I would not have to spit for ages to clear the foul taste that DEET gives.

Exploring the high cliff area was thrilling.

Adventuretess exiting a sea cave on Gloucester Island
Around every corner a new "secret" little cove awaited to be discovered. On calm days we were able to paddle very close to the oyster encrusted rocks.

A couple of sea caves had small blowholes "breathing" like a scary dragon with the surging waves.

Van sea caving at Gloucester Island

We played for hours along that coast and managed to scratch the gelcoat of our hulls on a few occasions.

Snorkeling was also much better this year. The seas were calmer and most of us had Reed garments to keep us warm enough to swim among the incredible underwater seascape.

Van cladded in Reed doing a "water angel"
Tropical fish were not afraid to almost brush against me and when I swam into a school I got surrounded by brightly colored blue and yellow fish. All around me they were glistening at under the surface bright sun.
The soft coral moved in waves at the motion of the swell: it looked like long blonde hair blowing in the wind.

We had two weeks in this paradise. We moved our camp often, progressively furthering ourselves from the beaten route.

Some of the crossings had to be timed to minimize tidal flow drift and to land at the high tide mark, if possible. Tidal variation is rather big compared to our usual paddling location; we had up to 5 meters of difference. Selecting the wrong beach to camp could mean not being able to paddle away next day because of the long coral or rocky beach exposed at low tide.
We came across one couple in a double sea kayak that did not seem to take notice of this: they were left stranded a few times and had to wait for the tide to rise.
Unfortunately some of the campsites had evidence of overuse and abuse.
It does not matter that National Parks had signs stating that campfires were illegal: there were ashes scattered in many locations making camping a "dirty" affair. I tried to get some sense into a Tasmanian visitor that insisted that campfires were OK and did not deplete the local limited resource (was he a logger?). Needless to say he did not bother booking any campsites either and planned on just crashing-in on other's booking. I wonder how much a fine would be if caught having a wood campfire?...

The Northern section of the Withsundays was more remote.

We did not come across other people for days.
Our main concern was the wind since being caught on a little island during days of high winds could have been taxing.
We listened religiously to the VHF radio transmission of the next days weather forecast and planned our best route for the following days.
Wind met the tidal flow in a few spots and standing waves could be surfed on a few occasions. Doing it with a loaded boat with gear and supplies for a few weeks was however tricky.

The sails added speed to our crossings and prevented us from being really tired at the end of the day.
We allowed ourselves a few lay days: there was need to rush.
There were coral reefs to be snorkeled and fish to be caught, books to be read and stressful lives to be mended.

Van on the "mend"

Tess working on her "feet tan" (having to wear paddling shoes around the coral beaches would leave your feet untanned)

It actually took longer than expected to fall into the tune of the islands time where things should not be scheduled too much and where accurate minutes of meetings were not essential.
Our goals became simpler: paddle to a new picturesque camping location, observe some marine life and worry about dinner. We didn't care about distances, happy to paddle at times just 10 miles but with little hurry: the rocky coastline's features needed to be explored, not just passed by.
Evening brought often spectacular sunsets.
There is a strange melancholic joy sitting on the beach pondering over the day's events; something that I don't have time to do when back in the city.

The Prof and Gnarlydog solving life's problems

Whale watching on Fraser Island_SEP07.

2009-05-10T22:01:00.000-07:00

Sea kayaks are the ultimate adventure vessels.
There is a particular pleasure to be able to travel to remote places under your own power.
Being immersed in water and gliding on its surface is a feeling that you cannot experience with a motorized boat.
The slow pace and constant interaction with the sea while paddling brings a new dimension to encounters with marine life.
11 members of Queensland Sea Kayak Club joined me on a 4 day trip in Hervey Bay, off Fraser Island. We could have not wished for better conditions since our aim was to observe Humpback Whales on their yearly migration from Antarctica to warmer waters.

Easy paddling for 28Km to our campsite

Our “show pony” leader Gaza could not believe his eyes when within seconds of dropping his lure into a school of fish landed his dinner.
He lost his first one but held on to the second hook up.
The one that did not get away
Admittedly the first day paddle was a bit far for some but it put us in a better position for spotting whales the next day.
Since it is technically “winter” and most common folk don’t venture in this “terrible” conditions we had the place to ourselves, camping right beside a freshwater creek.

Bowarrady Creek

Some of us camped right on the beach
The forecasted perfect weather delivered as promised.
In the evening we gathered on the beach to witness the spectacular sunset. We had high hopes to encounter whales the next day.

Morning dawned clear and calm but somehow we were in no hurry to paddle 15Km into the bay. We had a few days left of paddling, surely we will come across something…

We saw them first in the distance surfacing to exhale. The tails were prominent on the horizon. It was only once we got closer that we realized their size!

The exhilaration continued long after the whales have departed and even back at camp we were still buzzing from the experience.
To end a perfect day we had again a spectacular sunset view.

Wooralie Creek
For our last night on the island we moved camp closer to the last leg of our journey.
And while we spend a lazy afternoon socializing on the beach a pod of dolphins came to play on our (tent) doorstep. Literally only a stone throw away they were jumping out of the water like it would be a show at Sea World. We did not know if they were expecting us to clap or something… :-)

Last evening
While most of us thought the last crossing back to Urangan Harbor would have been a picnic there was still something is store for us that made some of us a bit concerned.

As we rounded Big Woody Island suddenly thick fog set in.
Visibility was not more then 100 m (300 yrds) and we certainly could not see any landmarks.Our knowledgeable leader Gaza (not just a show pony after all :-)made us line up side by side and we proceeded into the white unknown purely by compass and chart navigation. Halfway across the channel we realized that there was considerable tidal flow that was drifting us off target. I regard my navigation skill to get us back into the narrow opening of the harbor possibly a fluke but nevertheless I was happy that we all made it safely without too much running around.

Thick fog pod formation
I had high expectation for this trip. I wanted to see whales and spend 4 days away from so called civilized environments. I encounter the whales at very close quarters (almost too close for comfort…) and the camping was exceptional too.
This trip rates as one of MEI’s top ten.

Playboating

2009-04-19T21:14:00.000-07:00

One aspect of sea kayaking that excites me at the moment is playboating.
It offers all the right elements to keep me interested: skill building, adrenaline rush and fun with friends.
While the immediate vicinity of Moreton Bay usually doesn't evoke thoughts of rough waters on occasions you can come across some clapotis where, with the right kayak, a lot of fun can be had.
Joined by small group of skilled QSKC members I enjoyed edging and surfing the confused waters created by opposing tidal flow and waves.

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Girraween, again

2009-04-15T23:08:00.000-07:00

Wanting to take a break from kayaking and considering that every man, his dog and jetski would be on the water of Moreton Bay during Easter I decided to go bush, for a change.
I just can't go past Girraween National Park; it offers off track walking and remote camping with a good chance of not coming across other hikers.
While the weather forecast was not exactly promising of a dry outing a team of 6 enjoyed a truly relaxed and rewarding Easter.
There was no fixed plan and no distances to achieve. We decided on the day where we would like to camp that night.
Not a fan of track walking we pushed instead through pockets of thick vegetation at times. Rock slabs and large boulders made up the rest of the scenery.
Camping was away from any other park user. If you are willing to walk off track and be creative you can have the place for yourself.
We travelled light and shared shelter and cooking.
An ultralight tarp proved to be essential for socializing when the rain started once at camp.
It allowed us to congregate and have a good time while without one we would be confined to the small tents.

I was surprised to see so many mushrooms most not identified as edible.
Easter Bunny brought chocolates and a special surprise just for me.
Never seen before in Qld I found the most delicious "porcini" mushrooms that sprung up overnight in front of my tent.
The rest of the team was very suspicious and was predicting ill fate if I considered consuming them.
While not positively sure on other species of mushrooms I know with certainty the Boletus Edulis: one of the most delicate in flavor.

Dinner that night included sautéed porcinis for my tortellini sauce.

And since I am still here, all seems to be good :-)

SEP07-Withsunday kayak trip

2009-02-24T16:57:00.000-08:00

It did not matter that I have paddled these islands before, I still had to pinch myself… wow, this is really unbelievable.
How can the water be so clear?
And while I was slicing the still surface of the sea with my paddle I could observe the rushing coral under my hull.
It was like snorkeling right from the cockpit of my kayak.

A small group of paddlers from QSKC (http://www.qldseakayak.canoe.org.au/), led by Andrew McPhail, joined me on this trip.
We were concerned that the conditions might not be favorable when reading an earlier report of an other kayak group that has just returned from the Whitsunday Islands. They encountered heavy seas and strong winds punctuated with miserable weather. Would we be subject to the same?
It dawned clear every morning. The water was glassy on most occasions and there was no considerable swell. How could we have such paradise when I am a strong believer of Murphy’s Law (anything that can go wrong will go wrong… although some say that Murphy was an optimist J ).
We set our distances to reasonable goals allowing ourselves plenty of time for exploration and play.
We did not want to rush it.

Madonna at the southern end of Whitsunday Is
The first day was certainly the toughest.
We paddled away from Shute Harbor late to avoid the strongest tidal flow.
In some narrows, the tides create a substantial current that has to be timed correctly for safe passage. Paddling there at the wrong time of the day could be impossible to make head way or downright dangerous.
Solway Passage did not live up to its treacherous reputation and we sailed (literally) through it effortlessly.
Around the corner Whitehaven Beach was waiting for us.
Rightfully voted as the best beach on earth its white sand is truly blinding.

Just like in the movies
Camping would be just above high tide under the shelter of the trees.
Happy hour was a regular gig at sunset. We busted out the best that canned food has to offer and somebody provided some serious supply of cheap port. We did have the best outdoor dining that very few posh restaurants can equal. Spartan but certainly captivating. Making friends with the local yachties seemed to be a prerogative for some of us with the hidden agenda to offload to them our trash. And then the mooching started…

Happy hour at sunset
We managed to get them to bake us fresh bread in the morning and take our trash in exchange. Although we had enough supplies for a week we still cherished that bread like some famished cast-away.

The clarity of the water made snorkeling superb. We spend many hours just happily floating around the coral bommies. Fish would come up to us and nibble our skin.
Maybe our bodies were become appetizing to them after several days without a shower.

Most of us were outfitted with sails but our colorful additions saw very little action. Stevo still managed to pop a rivet on his boom that was promptly fixed with fencing wire; a bit ghetto but did the job. Our hardest task for the day was schlepping those kayaks from the shore to high water mark. Andrew calculated those tides perfectly and in the end it was an easy task anyway.

Mal hugging Hook Island
We had great confidence in our leader and we wanted to emulate his style paddling close to tight rocky gauntlets. Timing and finesse were required that some of us lacked.
We called it “crunch time”. With duck tape in hand (close at hand, actually) and pounding heart we klutzily maneuvered our fiberglass kayaks while Mal was laughing at us in his Tupperware number (plastic boat). No major gashes, just a few scratches, but a lot of fun.

Crunch time

Richard mooched serious loot here that we happily shared at dinner.

Hook Island was very quite. We had Maureens Cove beach to ourselves.
The only visitors were some rodents (marsupial mice) that targeted Madonna’s tent.
She had one visit her most nights and every time chewing a new hole to get in or out.
She ended up with a tent resembling a colander. None of us boyz had similar problems.
Maybe was Madonna’s hand lotion…

Maureens Cove campsite

Organ pipe rock formation
Mal was quite the fisherman but despite our requests he never landed the lunker that would feed us all. There was an abundance of sea life. Sea turtles would surface around us as we paddled and schools of little flying fish would scoot in front of kayak. Manta rays would occasionally spook us when we paddled over them in the shallows.
We spotted a whale in the distance, approach our bay one morning.
Andrew did not waste any time: launched his kayak and paddled furiously towards it.
He managed to get close but the whale did not seem to pause for him.
Once Andrew returned to shore, Mal had better luck just minutes later.
The whales decided to check Mal out.
He had whales surface and play right next to him.

Maureens Cove

Whitsundays trip has been scheduled to be a repeat in 2008.

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