Orpheous Island

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.