I had a lot of fun catching the fish. We caught many different kinds - and
luckily, we befriended some boys nearby who told us their names. They took some
of our haul to use as bait for larger fish (we threw back the rest).
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Despite Mick's advice, we fished at low tide instead of high tide. When the
tide finally came in, the pier filled with anglers and most of the rod holders
were filled. But after that, the fish stopped biting my hook and I didn't see
many other people catching fish, either. (One notable exception was a man who
drug in a meter-long catfish right in front of us.) We felt like we had beaten
everyone to the fish. It was a fun afternoon.
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When we heard there was a turtle rookery and research station on our way, Steve
was excited to visit. He had volunteered at a sea turtle research station in
Costa Rica a year ago and was keen to revisit those memories. The place, Mon
Repos, was open at 7pm at night, since turtles are only onshore in the dark.
This time of year, most of the egg laying is finished, and turtles were
beginning to hatch.
We payed our admission fee, and were directed to wait. Researchers (volunteers)
patrolled the beach looking for action, then they radioed to the visitor center
and tourists were led to the beach in groups. We were warned the wait could be
hours. After maybe 20 minutes, a researcher took Steve and I and three others
down the dark beach to a nest that had recently hatched. She was planning to
dig up and count the eggs in the nest, but when we arrived, more hatchlings
were struggling up through the sand.
This nest still had maybe 40 hatchlings still on the way out, each a tiny
turtle about the size of a plum with legs. The researcher picked one up and
held it out for us to examine and touch. It had a nice leathery feel, both on
its shell and skin. It waved its legs (fins, really) constantly, as instinct
dictated. Its legs were strong for something so small, and had tiny claws.
When turtles hatch, they wait below the sand for the temperature to drop, which
means it is night. Suddenly one will break for the surface, and the whole
nestfull follows. They instinctively head toward the lowest light in the sky,
which is almost always toward the sea. The researchers temporarily put the
hatchlings in a little cage while others emerged from the nest. This was so we
could watch all of them struggle down the beach to the sea, and make sure they
were safe. When it was time, we stood in a line and watched the tiny creatures
scramble their way down the sand and into the surf.
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Later that night, after waiting an hour or so, we watched a second nest hatch.
It was very moving to watch such small (and cute) critters tackle the big
dangerous world with only the inerring pull of instinct to guide them.
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We had not been allowed to hold the hatchlings. I'm not sure exactly why, but
it made enough sense. However, just as we were returning to the visitor center,
a researcher asked for everyone's help. Two nests of hatchlings were trying to
get to the sea over some rocks and a few had been caught by crabs. Everyone
pitched in and picked up little turtles in handfuls of two and three. We put
them in a bag and released them, over a hundred, safely into the sea.
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For us, the highlight of "World Heritage listed" Fraser Island was Lake
Mackenzie. The island has many lakes, but this one is unique: it is above sea
level, and it is filled solely by rainwater. Since it has no creeks or rivers
or other kind of connection with other water, there are no fish living in it.
The only inhabitants are a few turtles (which we didn't see). These factors
combine to make this an extremely pure lake. The water tasted like it came from
a bottle - no lakey flavour. It left our hair silky and soft, as well.
The sand is also exceptional. All of Fraser Island is made of sand, but the
sand in Lake Mackenzie is much older than other parts of the island. This means
that the grains are very small and rounded, and amazingly enough, work
beautifully as silver polish. When our guide told us about this, we were
doubtful, but I took a handful of sand from the bottom and rubbed it on my
rings anyway. To my surprise, it made them gleam!
Our group had so much fun splashing around and playing in Lake Mackenzie that
our guide took us on a second unscheduled visit on our last day. My hair felt
soft for days afterwards.
Here are some more pictures from Fraser Island:
Lake Wabby, being slowly covered by sand
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Indian Head, a big rock bluff
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A shipwreck ~ the Maheno
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The Maheno up close
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The island is made entirely of sand
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The dumpsters have to go somewhere
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We just missed a cyclone yesterday. A cyclone is a hurricane that turns in the
opposite direction... so all such storms are cyclones in the Southern
Hemisphere. It began as a tropical depression by the Great Barrier Reef, then
solidified into Cyclone Abigail and headed for Cairns at the same time as we
did.
Despite some practical concerns, I was excited to see the cyclone because I
love storms. But unfortunately (and fortunately, too, I suppose), we spent an
unplanned day in an armpit of a town further south because of a mechanical
problem with our campervan. The town was so backward that most of its shops and
the police station were closed (on a Saturday), there was no internet access,
and nobody who was open had a radio. So when our van refused to start, we had
no way to get news about the cyclone.
By the time we got started again and arrived in Cairns, Abigail had
disintegrated back into a tropical depression and headed inland. The only proof
of her existence was some torrential rain she left in her wake.