An early start was required to get the boat ship shape and ready for shore at Carlo Point for 8.15am.Then after a quick shop and rental of our monster engined behemoth 4 by 4 we took the ferry to Fraser Island.
Suddenly we were driving on a beach alongside the waves. What fun we had skitting along the sand, bouncing through numerous freshwater creeks snaking from the island's interior out to sea. Now that's what I call the Great Ocean road .
After 10 miles of outrageous fun, we turn inland driving through rutted sand tracks euphemistically called roads with me wishing I had worn a sports bra.
We discover mid afternoon a fabulous lake which I am not allowed to name as it was not the famous one and Grant wants to keep it a secret!!! From who?
White sand crumbly soft like icing sugar decorated the beach whilst crystal clear blue water sipped the edges. Tiny dark fish darted in and out between our toes as we waded in the cool, shallows. The kids paddled as far as their clothes allowed them and then a bit more.
Later in the day we arrived at our campground deep in the central rainforest of the island, fenced off from the wild Dingoes which had so far been non exsistent.
As I fell around the campsite, festooned with giant tree roots in the disappearing light ,forty young backpackers arrived and set up camp next to us. However in the end they were suprisingly quiet compared to us after a few G and T's and we slept soundly.
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