Next day, up early and walked into the main gorge, and did every single side passage off the main one.

Mainly it is known as a centre for ancient rock-art. Partly due to the way the whites were very effective at breaking up aboriginal society, many of the meanings behind these paintings are lost..

and

I walked to the end, and left Mhairi in Wongoolba gorge – and she ran up to a lookout at the top. I left and walked back out again, and had been back about 40 mins (time to eat a well deserved sambo and have a shower) before she arrived. It was a 6km round trip to the lookout, and then a 10k run back to the van.

Savage. I’ll be dead by the end of this trip if I try to keep up.

fortunately I have better sense ;) I’m quite happy to have a sandwitch and read a book from time to time!! It works quite well really.

Now it was time to head inland, to a place which had been recommended to us by the Stuarts (I am so happy mum and dad got to know this massive and welcoming family!) called Canarvon Gorge.

It was about a 400km drive to get there, maybe 500. We stopped in Gladstone on the way and saw Charlie and the chocolate factory. A Tim Burton & Johnny Depp combination – my favourite! Really enjoyed it.

Anyway, then to Canarvon, and after 500 km or so we were hoping it was going to live up to it. Long straight roads that go on for ever (and hot to boot), but it gives one a small appreciation for the size of this country…

Anyway, got there at about 3pm, which was a little late to explore the main gorge. So we hiked up a quick 3km walk to Baloomba Bluff, which had a nice enough lookout – though would have been better at sunrise.

We took two other short walks in before finding a very nice secluded (from rager eyes) placed to park for the night – just outside the national park boundry.. probably legal anyway, but still.

For our last day on Fraser we were up at 7:30 ish, and ready to go by 9. Back to Lake Wabai for us, and had a nice walk in there, and then on up to a lookout (Which was a savage 1.2km walk EACH WAY!). It was fine, and good views out over the lake to the sea.

All too soon was time to get back in the van and drive back to the barge. Good times though. I was definitely glad we’d decided to take the trip. So thanks to (L->R) Ben, Katie, Christoph, Carine, Alero, Silvia, Yvonne (and Mhairi and me).

Back to the beach, checked mails, and drove northwards to Gympie.

The next morning it was off early towards Lake Mackenzie – a freshwater perched lake.

We passed by Cathedral Rock

And the wreck of the Maheno (a liner that ran aground on its way to be decommissioned)

We left Mhairi at the walk in to Lake Wabbi, and drove on to Lake Mackenzie without her. She’d been really irritating all day and no one wanted her in the van an… No, actually, she needed to stretch her legs, and so ran most of the 14km between the two lakes. You’ll have to check her weblog for the pics (I don’t like stealing all her good shots!)

The rest of us got to lake Mackenzie,

chilled out for a while, and then set about making lunch – at which time Mhairi arrived back to the group. Perfect timing.

4 of us decided to walk from Lake Mackenzie to our campsite for the evening at Central Station. It was amazing… I think it was my favourite part of the trip actually.

In this pic you can see L->R Ben, Alero, Carine and Mhairi. You will see they’re all holding sticks and looking menacing. This is ‘cos we were told that if a dingo is attacking you that it’s best to have a stick handy!

We passed by Basin Lake – another perched lake – but this time tannin sands, it was absolutely special though, really peaceful, and just the four of us there.

There were also some pretty funky trees that I do not know the name of I’m afraid. Sure were purty though.

That evening we cooked up the snapper (a fish) that the fisherman had given one of our sister groups – and Alex (a girl from the group) and another had gutted them. Mhairi cooked it, and we all tasted. It was – definitely fishy, and could have been de-scaled (if we knew how) but all in all good.

After arriving late into Rainbow Beach from the glasshouse mountains, and finding that the tour we wanted didn’t start for another day, we were left with a day to kill around town.

So headed to ‘rainbow beach’. So called because there was an aborigine princess-type (beautiful of course), who was promised to an older man (boo) whom she didn’t love. In fact, she had fallen in love with the rainbow spirit (Yiningie). Now, when the evil older man (jealous no doubt) heard this, he went along to kill the lass with his evil killing boomerang, which was full of evil spirit. Fortunately, just as the girl was about to be killed, her rainbow lover threw himself in the way, and killed the evil boomerang, but was destroyed in the process – and his spirit infused the cliffs at rainbow beach with the colours of the rainbow.

I did not, however, get a pic I was happy with.. so you’ll have to make do with the story :)

So yes.. off to Fraser Island then, our group was 1 Irish, 1 Scot, 1 French and 6 German.. And it was lots of fun.

We had a pre-safari talk, Mhairi and I missed the part about how to stay Dingo Safe.. but caught the parts on how to dig your car out of sand (dig a bit, and then *reverse*).. how to let your tyres down a bit to that you have more grip?! and many other tips. After each of us had signed our firstborn away, we were given the keys to our van..

SO yes, on Friday morning we loaded up the vans, and off we started along the beach…

to get the barge across to Fraser. Mhairi had the first go at the wheel… and did a fine job getting through the deep sands at the bottom of the island, I think all of us were happy she was keen to take the first go.

We were heading Northwards towards Indian Head (the most northerly point we were allowed to drive to) and we took in a short walk to Rainbow (lots of those) Gorge on the way.

By the time we got to Indian Head..

.. the tide was coming in again, so our group headed off quickly to the champagne pools (so called ‘cos the surf smashes about in them and makes a hissing noise). Mhairi and I jogged back just in case we needed to move the car.

There we saw why our maps had marked Indian Head as being the most northerly point we were allowed to drive.

There were 5 ppl bogged down… we helped digging out a bit, but they kept sinking deeper… one hopes they got out alive, we had to retreat before the waves cut us off completely… I took the final leg through the soft upper sand high on the beach, and was quite happy when we finally got to our campsite for the evening – which was right down by the sea. Great company, yum food, crystal sky – perfecto.