Totally ironic that we arrived in the afternoon, but yet we still managed to have a lot of fun. On the drive there, there were heaps of Boab trees, trees that look like they’ve been turned upside down.
When we arrived we did the usual set up. We had dinner at the restaurant they provided and marvelled at the wonderful brownies, wishing we had an oven.
The next day we went canoeing in a kayak down Dimond Gorge . On the way down it was easy as watching TV, but on the way up, we were fighting for the remote. As a battle between man and wind raged on, we struggled against 2 elements of Earth. Against the current and the wind, our was boat getting blown off course by the breeze (which was more of a gale.). Almost losing our paddles, we made it on to a beach where we waited for the wind to die down. Then BloggiE and I jumped in a kayak of our own and valiantly paddled towards the end. But… even though we reached the point where we were only 2m away from the end, we just couldn’t reach the sandbank! So I, handsomely awesome ninja and humble 10 year old, had to get out and, (while swimming) push the kayak to shore, saving the day! We looked around and saw the parents, speeding along, easily banking without any problem making us look like old socks.
The next morning we took a self guided bird watching tour down a creek. Here are some pics of some birds we saw. We also spotted a purple crowned fairy wren but failed to photograph it.
That afternoon we went to a swimming hole called Cadjeput hole. There we were bitten by March flies. We smacked about 2000. We saw a rainbow bee-eater. Here are the pics.
That afternoon Dad and I were kicking the footy when some aboriginal kids, younger than me, joined in. As some of you might know AFL originated from the indigenous so it was nice to have someone else playing.
The next day we got up before dawn and took a guided tour to a bird hide where we could watch all the different birds go around. The marshland, where the bird hide was, was amazing.
We left Mornington in the morning so that’s good.
To right it doesn’t count for us.
I would love to see a flying Brolga – How beautiful Will. Sounds like some pretty serious canoeing although from the pics you would imagine there is never any wind or bad weather in the places you’ve been.
You guys are becoming real bird authorities! You are spotting birds we have never dreamt of. The photos are fabulous. Pop would have loved them.
thinking of you!
hope your having a great time!
( p.s I did this comment while I was crying.)