We believe that when you have a good weather window, you take it. So when we left New Caledonia early, naturally our arrival in Australia was earlier than it needed to be, and we found ourselves somewhat stranded at the Mackay (pronounced "mak-eye") Marina until our flight back to San Diego. Anxious to see family and friends it seemed like that took forever. The marina is nice enough but there isn't much to do without a car. When we finally got to our seats we took a selfie to show that we were just about as happy as the photo-bombers in the seats behind us!
Proof of how things carry on back home without us, grandson Brandon went ahead and grew like a weed since our last visit...
... and Natalie got even more beautiful while our backs were turned.
Girls having fun making slime.
Our main reason for this short trip home was the chance to see our niece
Danielle in her wedding ceremony.
Weddings are always so much fun.
Beween doctors, dentists, and visits with friends and family, there was just enough time for a walk (and a selfie) on the beach in Cardiff near our favorite Mexican restaurant...
... and to imagine the sunset over the Pacific without that continent (Australia) in the way.
Before we knew it we were back in OZ, and out of the marina, checking out the southern islands of the Whitsunday group. Who'da thunk there would be pines in the tropics?
Time for another selfie.
We even got far enough offshore to see the sunset in the ocean!
The spring weather here is wonderful. Perfect for paddle-boarding.
But we could only endure so much. The ideal remedy was a stop at the Palm Bay Resort where we could lounge around their stunningly beautiful pool while sipping cocktails.
The waterfall was tranquil and beautiful, but then...
... that day, beauty was everywhere.
We had to be careful where we anchored Moonshadow because the tidal range runs over ten feet. That usually means Moonshadow is quite a distance from the beach.
Doing it wrong here would not turn out as well for Moonshadow as with these catamarans who found themselves be quite a distance from the water.
We finally stopped at Hamilton Island for some provisions and restaurant food. Everybody gets around in electric golf carts here
The grocery store caters to bare-boat charters provisioning with everything needed for gourmet meals.
At Blue Pearl Bay, Deb fed the bat fish (they look like giant angle fish) as we had done 12 years ago on a bare-boat charter of our own.
Then a night of strong wind with "bullets" surging down the canyons blew out our awning so out came the trusty sewing machine for some extensive repairs.
After that we headed off to Arlie Beach where there is a Sunday Market that reminded us of the market back in good ole La Cruz, Mexico.
A restaurant by the marina that serves Italian Pizza and Mexican beer in Australia just has to put a smile on your face.
Speaking of Mexico, Arlie Beach is where we had a reunion with friends from La Cruz, Nikk and Jan. Taking a break from cruising their own boat in Mexico, they are on a two month tour of Oz. That gave them time to become part of the Moo Crew as we visited several of the Whitsunday Islands. Like the British Virgin Islands, the Whitsundays are closely grouped so each hop between islands is just a hour or two sail in smooth water.
Sadly, like the BVIs, the Whitsunday Islands were devastated by Cyclone Debbie six months ago. Hayman Island, which was the worst hit, is still showing the effects of 140 knot winds that lingered here as the category 4 system slowly moved past at 5 knots. Most of the trees not uprooted or snapped off by the winds are dead because the wind stripped the bark off of the trunks and branches.
Before the cyclone, it would have been impossible to see boats anchored below through the lush vegetation on Hayman's hillside trail.
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| Moonshadow in Blue Pearl Bay through the dead bark-stripped trees of Hayman Island. |
The few surviving trees grow in steep sides and canyons of the island.
On Esk Island, near Whitehaven Beach, we had some trouble posing for a self timer camera shot...
... still not sure why.
Fortunately, having Moo Crew along eliminates the need for selfies or timers.
Sun setting over Hook Island
Whitehaven Beach has the whitest silica sand you'll ever see. The grains of sand are about the size of table salt, and the beach squeaks when you scuff your feet.
The sand is so white it hurts your eyes.
Behind the beach, a tidal estuary extends about five miles into the interior of Hook Island.
A three hour sail from Whitehaven brought us out to the Great Barrier Reef...
... where the conditions at Bait Reef, near Hook Reef were calm enough to spend the night. It was a bit eerie to be moored so far from land. Sadly, the same Cyclone Debbie that had done so much damage to Hayman Island had also damaged a lot of the coral.
Nikk and Jan are bird watchers, so we suddenly found ourselves much more aware of the birds all around us
This cockatoo could have easily become part of the Moo Crew.
Back on Hamilton Island, we hopped on a bus to tour the sights.
Hmmm... how do you suppose this wallaby made it to the island.
One of the attractions we wanted to see was the park (and bar) at One Tree Hill.
We're all pretty sure this place was named before all these palm trees showed up.
Our cockatoo friend is still trying to join the Moo Crew...
... or maybe just score a peanut.
Everybody comes to One Tree Hill to take selfies...
... and to watch the sunset over Molle and Dent Islands
We took shelter from some northerly winds in Nara Inlet on Hook Island.
Nikk is better at running to join the pose with camera timer selfies.
We taught Nikk and Jan to play Mexican Train, and finally mastered the camera-timer-selfie.
The evening glass-off was perfect for paddling around the inlet...
...which has some amazing formations of lava and sandstone...
... like this standing ocean wave, cast in lava and frozen in time.
Finally it was time to sail back to Arlie Beach where Nikk and Jan caught a train to Brisbane and points further south as they continue their tour of Australia by land. Nikk seemed happy to be sailing while his own cruising sailboat "Balance" awaits his return to her in San Carlos, Mexico.
Now it's back to just us two in the Moo Crew. We wonder what's next. We know we'll be sailing south as far as Sydney, but first must learn where to drop the hook along the way, where we'll take the next selfie, and where all the best sunsets can be found...
