It was Murray at Rocky Met who made this trip possible after everyone else had got jack of the weather, packed up and went home. Maybe his name really isn't Murray. His interpretation of the synoptic situation was so eerily accurate, you would think that it was He who was calling the play.
We had the first night to ourselves at the resort at Roslyn Bay - a birthday present from Mark's mother for his 40th. We joined the rest of the crew at a pub in Emu Park opposite the Singing Ship which was moaning in the SE blow. Apparently it had been like this since before Christmas. Not a good start to the
year or season. Boaties and fishermen were grumbling while the tourists had been blown away.
Surprise, surprise there was no change the following day. The seas were rough, water brown and surfers out. The VMR were flying three balls - the maximum number ie keep off the water. As far as Stan was concerned anyone who wasn't prepared to go to the Keppels should not have a kayak. We told him that he must have more balls than anyone else (ie three) and he had a great selection of kayaks on his hands.
A day was spent in Yeppoon trying out the bakeries then onto find a place to paddle. It was even blowing at Corio Bay. Heading
inland for the shelter of Water Park Creek we discovered that the upper creek is very shallow and it wasn't all that far to the end of the line. The murky waters of the lower section had a croc warning sign at Corbetts Landing. Neither prospect was appealing. Back for another night in the cabin at Kinka Beach and Plan B. B
for bugger off as the long range forecast indicated no change.
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