Again, the
wind is nothing like the forecast, so we awoke early to a lumpy WSW 10
knots. Peter has done much of the
sailing while Toni was laid up with 2 days of flu-like fever, aches and pains
along with a whacking toothache... we only seem to get sick when we visit cities!
The walk to
the top is really a scramble over sandstone rocks, more suited to walking boots
than old worn out boat shoes, but passes through lovely tropical savannah open
forest. Remnants of the old oyster
farmer’s camp can still be seen, while orange-footed scrub-fowls rummage in the
leaf litter and call their discordant song (which only another scrub-fowl could
enjoy!).
The rocky track
is marked spasmodically with pink tape and a few creative cairns made by
bushwalkers, no doubt, but it’s easy to lose your way.
From the top there are full views to the east
and west with Lucinda Sugar Mill steam stack easily seen, despite all the
bushfire smoke along the mainland.
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