Its turtle time in Queensland. We have seen then swimming everywhere along the coast, and November marks the start of turtle nesting season.
In case you haven’t guessed already, we are all rather fond of turtles. We purposely stayed in Bundaberg for two nights so both Mike and I could experience watching turtles nesting at Mon Repos, which boast the highest concentration of Loggerhead turtles regularly nesting on one beach in Australia.
Years ago, people power pushed for a development ban along this stretch of coast, to give the turtles a range of beach to continuously visit. It is important that they are undisturbed by the light from urban glow. As a result of the ban, the Environment Department have built a turtle centre, and treat tourists to watching both the laying, and the hatching of baby turtles. It has been used as a centre for turtle research for nearly 40 years.
The nights Mike and I visited; there was a research team there, with the aim of putting GPS tracking devices on nesting turtles, to track where they go and what they do between laying their several clutches in the season.
As we had booked a few weeks before, we both were allocated to group one, which meant we got to go first, and with the research team. It was fascinating watching the turtles lay and bury her eggs. The turtles are not disturbed by researches until she has finished laying. She was then measured and weighed. They used ultrasound to ensure she was going to lay at least one more clutch this season, and then they attached the GPS unit to her shell. As turtles usually revisit the same beach all season to lay their clutches, they were confident of seeing her again. The GPS will be removed once she has laid her final clutch for the season.
I got to help rescue and relocate her eggs. The turtle had laid her clutch below the summer king tide mark, so the eggs were doomed to drown. In cases such as this, the ranges and volunteers dig up the eggs, and move them a few meters up into the dunes. This is the only intervention they do to help increase the odds of survival for the turtles. These beautiful creatures are fast becoming an endangered species.
It was, however, a wonderful experience and we want to come back in a few years time with the kids, hopefully to see the babies hatch.
We then travelled down to Burrum Heads, to stay with our fellow travelling friends, Tex, Julie, Maddie, Brooke and Tilly. We first met the Kiel’s while hiking in Karijini National Park many months ago. Our paths crossed again several times along the Gibb River Road, and again in Darwin. Their adventure finished two months ago, but they had invited us to stay with them on our way through. We were spoilt with our own private bathroom; lovely BBQ’s and the kids had a ball playing together in the house.
With our caravan safe and well at Tex and Julies place, we headed over to Fraser Island for a couple of days of camping, hiking and sand driving. Unfortunately, it was bombing it down the entire first day. By three in the afternoon, the idea of camping in torrential downpours and flooded campsites was no so appealing, so I insisted we get a cabin for the night.
Day two, the sun came out and we had a fun two days exploring Fraser’s major attractions and 4WD tracks. We did camp for the second and third night at Central Station in the rainforest, and loved the green surroundings.
I could not get over the many and varied landscapes that are on Fraser Island. It was so interesting, and picturesque. The kids loved swimming at Champagne Pools and the clean and clear Lake McKenzie. We even spotted a couple of dingos. The heavy rains were both a blessing and a curse. The sand was compact and easier to drive on, but in some places it had washed away some of the tracks. We saw a tour 4WD that had come off the road on a hill and was perched in some trees. I have no idea how they will get it out.
On the third morning we woke up to more rain. The heavens well and truly opened when Mike and I were halfway through packing up the tent, so we got drenched. We decided to cut our losses and head back to the mainland on an earlier ferry. I was pretty grateful we were staying with friends, who helped us get everything clean and dry the following day. A big thank you to the Kiel’s for their wonderful hospitality.
Tin Can Bay is a lovely, quiet little holiday spot. The kids got to feed the dolphins that visit the bay every morning. We took a day trip over to Rainbow Beach to see the famous coloured sand cliffs and walk along the Carlo Sandblow. Unfortunately, the weather continued to be unkind, so we bailed early and treated the kids to an afternoon DVD.
Oma and Opa met up with us in Noosa. They would have joined us earlier, but my Uncle Bill had finally lost his long battle with cancer, and mum and dad stayed home until after the funeral. We mostly spent our time talking and catching up, but also managed to find the time to have a drive around. Oma and Opa had their honeymoon there in 1969, but remarked that it had changed a bit over the years,
So now we are in Brisvegas for Christmas. The caravan is parked up, and we are getting ready for the big day. After Christmas, we will commence the final chapter in our long adventure.
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