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“weigh anchor” – Nara Inlet

They say home is where the heart is,

then my home lays here.

 

Cruising Nara Inlet, Sept 2003

Cruising Nara Inlet, Sept 2003

 

A decade after our first visits to Nara Inlet.

 

It feels we are heading..

Heading….

Home……..

 

 

Somewhere over the rainbow...

Somewhere over the rainbow…

 

This beautiful Fjord-like inlet was once the ancient home of the Ngaro people.  

This sea faring Aboriginal group inhabited the Whitsunday and coastal areas of Queensland from some 7000BC till 1870.

Eventually their society was destroyed by the inhabitation of colonists and those remaining were forcibly relocated to mission settlements on Palm Island…

Stillness

Stillness

The Cradle of a People...

The Cradle of a People…

 

 

Comfortable

Comfortable

 

 

There are plenty of places to explore,

from ancient art work,

and waterfalls…

 

Beautiful in all light

Beautiful in all light

We spent long languid days,

warm with gentle rains,

a beautiful place to call home, if only for a time…

 

looking south out the Inlet

looking south out the Inlet

Nestled

Nestled

 

Sea Eagle

Sea Eagle

 

August 2013 we head East from Darwin in the Northern Territory after many years away.

 

We look forward to rediscovering this land..

 

Blessed to sit and to ponder this magnificent land…

 

 

being in nature...

being in nature…

 

Home, is wherever the heart lives….

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“weigh anchor” – Berkley River, The Kimberly’s

The Berkley River

 

The Berkeley River is nestled SW of Joseph Bonaparte Gulf on Australia’s remote north Kimberly Coast.

The nearest town is Wyndham 150kms..

 

There are no roads…

 

Berkley River Map

Berkley River Map

Intense silence fills your ears,
alone in an ancient land.
The moon fills the setting sky,
miles from civilisation,
miles from anywhere.

We are able to cruise some 12 nm (approx. 22km) up the river.

Sandstone gorges soar over head at times completely encircling us..

There is a deep presence…

We are in old, old country…

The colours are amazing..

The colours are amazing..

Carved by eons on time..

Carved by eons on time..

The afternoon glow is blinding...

The afternoon glow is blinding gold…

There is a silence within the Berkley like nothing I’ve every experienced before.

It’s soundless..

Deafening…

Alone in the wilderness

Alone in the wilderness..

Mystical..

Mystical..

We washed under the falls

We lived by the falls..

 

 

 

 

This was to be our home for the next month.

We bathed under the waterfall looking out over the hushed grandness..

We explored, we climbed the above ridge and walked deep into the quiet land, we sat…

 

 

lI showered under the falls..

I showered under the falls..

No crocs here..

No crocs here..  

 

 

 

 

We had all the comforts of home...

We had all the comforts of home…

We watched the Moon dance it’s cycle in the clear, clear skies.

 

We lay out on chilly nights lit by the millions of sparkling stars..

We watched the sun sink, finished for the day, whilst the full moon rose in all it’s glory…

 

Mt Casurina

Mt Casurina

Golden hue

Golden hue

 

 

 

lush on green

lush and so green

 

We lived in nature,

self sufficient.

Collecting water..

Baking bread…

 

Freshly backed in the BBQ..

Freshly backed in the BBQ..

We caught the odd mud crab..

We caught the odd mud crab..

 

 

 

Collecting fresh water..

Collecting fresh water..

 

We ate well…

 

 

Rudy's Chilli Mud Crab..

Rudy’s Chilli Mud Crab..

We walked the ancient land drawn into it’s quietness.

Sandstone rock caved into the guardian souls that resided this land..

There was a feeling of being in the presence of others,

they had left their creative mark.

We sat and looked out where others had sat for millennium ..

 

rock art up on a ledge,

rock art up on a ledge,

 

 

The connection was strong…

 

walking along the rock bar, boats no further..

walking along the rock bar, boats no further..

Berkley Bush..

Berkley Bush..

Ancient ancestor..

Ancient ancestor…

 

We came across the odd Croc, we aways aware.

 

We swam in fresh water pools, watched by God’s creatures..

We played, safe above the falls…

 

We played...

We played…

Croc...

Croc…

 

 

 

A sunning monitor...

A sunning monitor…

 

 

We were totally and lovingly wrapped in nature.

 

 

Berkley blessings....

Berkley blessings….

 

I am deeply blessed…

I am so grateful..

Thank you…

“weigh anchor” – Margaret Bay

Margaret Bay

Near the tip of Queensland there is a beautiful Bay.

Where the sand is white and the water clear.

You won’t find many people here the nearest sealed road is 141 kms away.

Clear waters of Margaret Bay

Clear waters of Margaret Bay

Margaret Bay Low tide

Margaret Bay Low tide

 

 

Map of Margaret Bay

Map of Margaret Bay

 

A place to stop, to explore and to play.

 

 

The tides are big...lucky we have wheels.

The tides are big…lucky we have wheels.

Walking the beach at Low Tide..

Walking the beach at Low Tide..

The tide came up higher then expected. Rudy I'll watch for Crocs..

The tide came up higher then expected. Rudy I’ll watch for Crocs..

A great place to give Tiata a dry out and make sure all is a’ok.

 

giving Tiata a dry out

giving Tiata a dry out

Watching the clear water wash away..

Watching the clear water wash away..

 

 

Tide receding...

Tide receding…

 

 

Further up the beach past a creek

the sands are sprinkled with Star Fish

100’s of them..

Waiting for the croc to swim away before crossing the creek.

Waiting for the croc to swim away before crossing the creek.

 

 

But first you have to wait for the resident croc to head out to sea…..

Important tip: Check your tides and always keep an eye out.

 

 

Start fish everywhere going about there business

Start fish everywhere going about there business

In a little part of the bay is Starfish City..

In a little part of the bay is Starfish City..

 

 

 

 

Off to see friends..

Off to see friends..

 

"Catch a falling star..."

“Catch a falling star…”

 

 

The 'Stars' of Margaret Bay

The ‘Stars’ of Margaret Bay

 

Blue, white and green…

 

Tiata

Tiata

 

Just us and nature,

A lone Jabiru..

A lone Jabiru..

A distant Curlew

A distant Curlew

 

what a special treat…

 

 

A magical sunrise

A magical sunrise

“weigh anchor” – 15th Dec 2006

Feeding Eagles.

Christmas in the Whitsunday’s

Most of the time on the east coast it’s blowing ‘south easterlies’ and Turtle Bay is buffeted by winds.

So it’s a treat to enjoy it’s beautiful clear waters.

 We spent the afternoon feeding Eagles.

We fed them all our bacon...was worth it..

We fed them all our bacon…was worth it..

What a great way to spend the day

What a great way to spend the day

Eagles remind us to work smarter, not harder

Eagles remind us to work smarter, not harder

 

Eagles remind us to not allow the illusion of limitation to ground us in our flight.

Eagles remind us to not allow the illusion of limitation to ground us in our flight.

 

Freedom

Freedom

King of the birds

King of the birds

I needed a dip after all that..

I needed a dip after all that..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“weigh anchor” – 25 Dec 2006

25th Dec 2006

Christmas at Turtle Bay, Whitsunday Island.

Christmas Morning...

Christmas Morning…

It was a misty start to the day, still and quiet. After sunrise most of the boats moved on to there destinations for the day, we decided to stay put.

After my morning paddle we explored the area, we followed a dry waterfall up into the rain forest we were awarded a sublime view..

Looking back at Tiata

Looking back at Tiata

Some morning exercise...

Some morning exercise…

Solider Crabs

Solider Crabs

We climbed high into the forest..

Rudy walking the dry river course..

Rudy walking the dry river course..

keep on walking..

keep on walking..

Looking back

love our morning walks..

Rudy did a great roast on the Cobber

Followed by an afternoon swim

Followed by an afternoon swim

Tending lunch..

Tending lunch..

Cooking with a view..

Cooking with a view..

it was a beautiful day and after lunch we “weighed anchor” and went for a sail around the Island…

Perfect…..

Flying the spinnaker...

Flying the spinnaker…

Clear sailing

Clear sailing

Christmas on Tiata..

Christmas on Tiata..

“weigh anchor” – 28th Oct 2006

28th October 2006

We’d been anchored at Lizard Island for about 6 weeks and had recently had  some cruising friends arrive. It was decided for a group sail out to The Cod Hole on the Ribbon Reef on the great Barrier Reef.

We’d woke to the stillest of mornings, the water crystal clear. Your could see people getting out on their boats and peering into the water.

It was like looking in a fish tank, magical..

 
Crystal Clear waters of Watson's Bay

Crystal Clear waters of Watson’s Bay

Anchor line curled on itself

Anchor line curled on itself

Morning on Watson Bay

Morning on Watson Bay

We all loaded aboard Bruce and Toni’s Catamaran, nice and big. 6 Adults and 4 kids, woohoo we were off. The morning stayed eerily still being that the winds blow most the season at 20-25 knots such a still day was like magic. We skipped across the ocean surface and was we came closer to the Cod Hole the bottom started to loom out at us, we looked at the depth finder to see that we were peering into 27 meters of water.

on route to The Cod Hole

on route to The Cod Hole

Some of the gang

Some of the gang

Still Water

Still Water

We arrived at the scene and let out some buoys as we were in deep water.

We jumped in.

It was amazing, colourful and clear we could even see the circling reef sharks circling the outer edge.

Sarah getting in...

Sarah getting in…

Hi Rudy..

Hi Rudy..

Looking into deep water

Looking into deep water

Was a wonderful day of fun and laughter we returned by to Watson’s Bay with a return visit out to the ribbon reef planned.

We were treated to a divine sunset

Sun down at Lizard28th October 2006

Sun down at Lizard
28th October 2006

We had first met the Anui crew, Scott, Sarah, Seth and Fynn at Dockside before we had Tiata. We met them at the ferry stop we got talking and they invited us aboard  there boat Anui. They were heading to family at Yamba for a 3 month stay. We promised them dinner on there return but by the time they returned we had moved aboard Tiata…

Anui sitting in the forground

Anui sitting in the forground