Any more kayaks on the water and you would have to make a booking. As it was we were asked what we were doing at Wynnum Creek as "our lot" were leaving from Tingalpa Creek. We
confessed having an aversion to mud. While a 0.5m low around 1pm leaves Wynnum Creek a bit slippery around the edges Tingalpa Creek can be a sludge pit.
The type of kayaks and gear tagged the first crowd as QSK. No fluoro tops or plastic paddles here. It was the hat and the stance that gave Patrick away as he made ready for a solitary paddle leaving via the boat ramp. A gentle SW cooled the back of the right shoulder and filled the sails. Making an easy 9 - 10kph for the northern end of Green Island it looked like QSK had doubled in size with two distinct groups now heading for St Helena. Turns out the first group was another lot of paddlers
from Wynnum.
But that's not all. To the south we saw three other groups heading for Green, one of which later looked like it was changing direction and disappeared from view. A sole paddler made a dedicated line towards Manly. By now those heading for St Helena
looked like two oyster leases. The group coming up the western side of Green were flying sails. That was more like it - our kind of heathens - nothing quite like a sail for speed and a rudder to keep you on the straight and narrow.
By the time we pulled in "our lot" had taken possession of the northern end of Green Island and were settling into AM tea or breakfast number two. Patrick had landed and was catching up with familiar faces. The smell of pancakes greeted Scarla and Cathy and four other paddlers who cruised in having come up the western side of Green to the rumble of thunder. Amongst the kayaks on the beach was Ray's stripper and she is quite something. With soft lines, exquisite and detailed use of different timbers this beautiful craft comes to a point. So Dean, if you think the soft snub nose of an Artic Raider is scary, don't ping Ray as this girl could could impale with intent.
After AM tea in the warmth of the sun we split and made our own way around the eastern side to take a look at the rumbling storm. The solitary cell sat and dropped it's payload over northern Stradbroke Island while yachts raced colourful spinnakers
against a foreboding skyline. The fringing reef kept us well offshore. By the time we were within cooee of the Lockyer Light the storm has dissipated as had the kayakers. Coming back into Wynnum Creek we found ourselves within conversational distance of flying skiffs dangling their payload off trapeze. It looked like unstable fun as they scooted along under slight winds.
With such a glorious day in the month of May little wonder there were around 30 - 40 kayaks out and about on Moreton Bay. Funny thing was that we all happened to be in the same location - where else but Queensland ?
