Trip Diary

08-2012 Peel Island (An Ekka tradition)
08-2012 Moreton Island
07-2012 Rocky Point
06-2012 Blakesleys
06-2012 The Bedroom
05-2012 Breakfast on Karragarra
05-2012 St Helena
05-2012 Perigee Bedroom
02-2012 Queen Mary II
02-2012 Mud Island
11-2011 St Helena
11-2011 Shorncliffe to Redcliffe
10-2011 Weinam Ck to Dunwich
10-2011 Peel Island
10-2011 Breakfast on Karragarra
10-2011 St Helena and Green Island
09-2011 Wivenhoe Dam
08-2011 Fraser Island
08-2011 Canaipa Passage
08-2011 Karragarra
08-2011 Stradbroke Island
07-2011 St Helena
07-2011 So long, and thanks for all the fish.
05-2011 Green Island
05-2011 Wivenhoe Dam
04-2011 Upper Noosa River Weekend
04-2011 Easter at Woodgate
04-2011 Mud Island
04-2011 Karragarra for Breakfast
02-2011 Bongaree
02-2011 St Helena
01-2011 Weinam Ck to Blakesleys
10-2010 Moore to Blackbutt Rail Trail
10-2010 Whitsundays
09-2010 Mud Island
09-2010 Redcliffe
09-2010 Girraween
08-2010 Upper Noosa River
08-2010 Potts Point
08-2010 Peel Island
08-2010 Gateway to City Bike Ride
08-2010 Mud Island
07-2010 Blakesleys Afternoon Paddle
07-2010 Kedron Brook to Scaborough (and return)
04-2010 Colmslie Beach
04-2010 Brighton Park
01-2010 Nundah Creek
01-2010 Blakesleys
01-2010 Upper Noosa River (with a difference)
01-2010 New Year Paddle
12-2009 Potts Point
08-2009 Raby Bay to Peel Island
08-2009 Wynnum Creek to King Island
07-2009 Sandgate to Redcliffe
05-2009 St Helena
04-2009 Wellington Point to Peel
04-2009 Breakfast on Karragarra
03-2009 King Island
03-2009 Mission Point
03-2009 Mud Island
01-2009 Morning Tea at The Pin
01-2009 Circumnavigate Macleay Island
01-2009 New Year Recovery Paddle
12-2008 Caniapa
12-2008 Pine Rivers
11-2008 Coochie Night Paddle
10-2008 Breakfast at Karragarra
10-2008 Girraween
10-2008 Coomera Falls Circuit
09-2008 Hinchinbrook Island
09-2008 Manly Harbour Festival
09-2008 Linville to Blackbutt Rail Trail
08-2008 Weekend at Blakesleys
08-2008 Old Woman Island
08-2008 Circumnavigate Macleay Island
07-2008 Upper Noosa River
07-2008 Weinam Creek to Dunwich
06-2008 Scarborough to Bongaree
06-2008 Wellington Pt to St Helena
06-2008 North Stradbroke Jazz Weekend
05-2008 Point O'Halloran to Blakesleys
04-2008 Upper Noosa River
04-2008 Aquatic Paradise to St Helena Is
04-2008 Eprapah Creek
03-2008 Paradise Point to Moreton Island
03-2008 Wynnum Ck to Tangalooma Point
03-2008 Amity Point weekend
03-2008 Bremer River
03-2008 Brisbane River - Gregors Ck to Barneys Rocks
02-2008 Play Day - Coochie Mudlo
02-2008 World Wetlands Day Paddle
02-2008 Brisbane River night paddle
01-2008 Australia Day Week
01-2008 Blakesleys 3/4 Moon Paddle
01-2008 Shorncliffe to Nudgee
01-2008 Brisbane River - Barneys Rocks to O'Sheas Crossing
12-2007 Raby Bay to One Mile via Blakesleys and Potts Point
12-2007 Diamond Head to Tipplers
12-2007 Wynnum Ck to Green and St Helena Islands
11-2007 Bike Ride Bay Islands
11-2007 Tingalpa Creek
10-2007 Potts Point Night Paddle
10-2007 Return to Gilligans Island
10-2007 Salt Water Creek and Coomera River
09-2007 Elimbah Creek
09-2007 Scarborough to Caboolture River
09-2007 Fraser Island Whale Watching
09-2007 Circumnavigate Russell Island
08-2007 Pine Rivers Night Paddle
08-2007 Linville to Blackbutt Rail Trail
08-2007 Brisbane River City Reach
08-2007 Peel Island
08-2007 Brisbane River
08-2007 Green Island Day Trip
07-2007 Pine Rivers Night Paddle
07-2007 Mooloolah River
07-2007 USS Kitty Hawk in Brisbane River
06-2007 Black Tie on Peel Island
05-2007 Harrys Hut Camping Weekend
04-2007 Theodolite Creek
04-2007 Upper Burrum River
04-2007 Circumnavigate Big Woody
04-2007 Walkers Point to Toogum
03-2007 Boat Passage to Big Sandhills
12-2006 Woodgate to Mon Repos
10-2006 Fraser Island Whale Watching
04-2005 Keppel Islands
12-2004 Fraser Island
10-2004 Munna Point Camping Weekend
10-2004 Mooloolaba to Maroochydore
09-2004 Coochie Mudlo Island
08-2004 Karragarra Island
07-2004 Wellington Point to St Helena Island
06-2004 Noosa River Camping Weekend
05-2004 Brisbane River Night Paddle
04-2004 Budds Beach to Moreton Island
10-2003 Bulwer to Tangalooma
05-2003 Eatonsville to Harwood Island


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Adventurer Anthony Malloch

Moreton Island
Date: 04-08-2012
The long distance forecast was shaping up for a perfect fit for the weekend on Moreton. The white and marshmallow yellow zones of little to no wind on the BOM marine site were staying put as Saturday came closer. It was shaping up for a difficult decision as what to do with an elderly Abbysinian cat who shares his home with us.

If owners are like their pets, I am not too sure what this says about me. Mistakenly called Rimsky (Sir Scrapalot would have been more apt) he is a peculiar and opinionated feline. While he portrays the epitome of cool calm indifference, the reality could not further from the truth. He is a control freak and does not tolerate changes to his routine, last weekend being a case in point. Instead of taking him several suburbs away for his usual cat spa with Mark's aunt (for which they both have the rules of engagement well sorted), for the first time we left him in the care of our neighbours. You would think he would be happy, in his own home being looked after by kids who simply adore him. He is their Claytons cat, a bit like they have been our Claytons kids. Despite their frequent visits, heaps of fuss and attention, he was listless, refused to eat, came running everytime the side gate opened and spent most of his time siting forlornly looking in through the backdoor. He was really upset and there was nothing they could do to console him. He even lost weight. Life only got better when we turned into the driveway. One 400g tin of cat food, 200g of chicken were wolfed down (then puked). He would never let us out of his sight. He was truly rattled. He was on his best behaviour with no more screaming demands for a feed at 2am (this new rule of engagement was the reason he was not taken back to the cat spa).

It was with mixed feelings that we watched the BOM marshmallow yellow spread, it was as fluid as the dominant ginger male. Sprawled in the sun he monitored all household activities for any aberrant or suspicious behaviour. But the BOM prevailed. We waited until Friday night to put the sleeping bags out on the spare bed in an attempt to minimise the time for accelerated anxiety. A large plate of fresh chicken was proffered as an apology on Saturday morning and we ran out the door.

However, turns out there was no need. This is a smart cat. Once Aliki came over he knew the score. It was home alone feline style and he lived life to his pleasing. Brian pulled up as our company to paddle from Wynnum Creek to Moreton. Seems like Rimsky had gifted any anxiety about the start of the weekend to Brian. Yet there was no rush for this crew. The tide slowly crept over the mud while the open waters sparkled under the caress of a slight SW. The new set up for the wheels worked a charm and the lightly laden boats were soon adrift.

It was perfect as promised. A bit more wind and it would have been heavenly sailing. Instead the sails provided an effective sunvisor, that was until the sun got too high. The breeze was fickle leaving us to thud and scud across a myriad of jellies that pimpled the surface. An occasional loggerhead, several clearly ancient and at little risk of selecting a plastic bag for the plethora of jellies that now swam in platoons 10 feet below the surface. We made for the NE lagoon of Mud Island for AM tea and a leg stretch. For the first time the seagrass floor of the lagoon was clearly visible but these was no time for a casual exploration. A jet skier was fishing in the entrance to the lagoon. Seemed like an odd juxtaposition but not unusual according to the rider who agreed to having his picture taken.

As we glided towards the white sandy beacon the water became limpid. It was oily with a mesmerising frequency that makes mountains out of ripples and sways Mark with an invisible rhythm towards nausea. A mangled dorsal fin of a solitary dolphin and jelly pimples were the only breeches of the surface. The colour was deep emerald, strikingly clear with the suggestion of golden sandy wrinkles across a barren sea floor.

Our timing was impeccable. We landed within 200m of camp. Brian had to wait to see why we were so pleased. He had not been here before. The kayak wheels which had been so successful were about to become a crashing failure. Farmers knots and wet rope set the scene for one half to let go with smashing results. Mark's laden boat (fortunately the kayak built to take such punishment) slammed into the sand and the stainless steel ring critical to the way the design worked was flung to be swallowed by the sand. Bugger. I was looking forward to "showing off" how great the set up is. Talk about pride before your fall. Time to swallow some puff, do a jury rig or gratefully accept the offer of a trolley.

The rest of the crew were well set up, although there was some surprising proximity of tents - I guess that could happen when you go for prime real estate with water views. To my amazement no one had watched the sunset from the sandhills last night. Is this not the very reason for coming here ? It was too cold, they were too tired and 19:30 too late for that kind of caper.

Tonight everyone was filled with energy, and chatter as a great array of nibbles did the circle, to which I added a bowl of innocuous looking peas. Maybe I should have said something, but there was no time for Peter had just downed generous sample of these wasabe numbers and blew an expletive that brought the group to immediate attention. Oops, I hadn't thought that such little green things could split a group asunder and create so much mirth. They were so potent that some people simply refused to pass them on, too bad because others in the group really liked them.
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Leisurely pack
Calm clear day
Final touches then afloat
Leaving Wynnum
Shade sail
Approaching Mud Island
The NE lagoon
Grassy tranquility
Jetski fishing
Destination Moreton
Oily conditions
Looking for the camp
Brisbane from an appropriate perspective
Oh, the wasabe peas

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