Tuesday, 11 November 2014

Lizard Island

Having almost reached Lizard Island, and then discovering our leak and regretfully having to turn back, we again set out from Cooktown on Lizard Island Voyage II. After an early start and a fairly painless nine-hour sail, we finally pulled in to Watson’s Bay to join about 15 other boats. Though our time there was short we managed to snorkel, make new friends, visit the research station, and do some walks, including aloft to ‘Cook’s Look’, the highest point from which he found his escape route through the reef.

There was the whiff of excitement while we were at Lizard Island as the research vessel Alucia, along with David Attenborough, also visited for a few days. We are eagerly awaiting the release of his new series on the Great Barrier Reef!

The wind was kind and allowed us to visit the reef for a few days. We sailed beyond the outer reef breakers and into the Coral Sea. As a result the Matey may have to reconsider her view of ocean sailing. Admittedly the conditions were particularly good, but the deep blue hue and the long, gentle swells were most pleasant. A pod of eight chatty and playful dolphins, emissaries from the deep offering friendship, convinced her ocean sailing might be a future possibility …

Watson's Bay
Eagle Cay is visible in the distance

View from Watson's Bay. Err, nice cheeks!
View of Lagoon at Lizard Island
Matey points out Cook's passage

TC hugs beach

Alucia
View at Cormorant Reef
Breakers show the edge of the outer reef, where the depth plummets by up to 2000 metres

Ahhh ...
Poor old Captain has another difficult and challenging day
Dodgy neighbour back in Cooktown 


Monday, 10 November 2014

Chased by a python ...

Or, so it seemed.

After finally finding the right turn we had been hiking along the overgrown and Cyclone Ita-devastated track in to the Annan Falls, clambering over many a fallen and once-magnificent tree, when Matey heard something crashing through the undergrowth and making far more noise than a bush hen. She turned to the right to see a striking Green Python charging towards her: head arched high, tongue flickering and eyes blazing as it slithered forward at breathtaking speed, ready to attack! As the Matey’s eyes met the python’s, still several paces away, she pushed the poor old Captain, who was still oblivious to the charging reptile: ‘Quick — snake!’ That got him scurrying! Captain and Matey scampered further along the track as the sound of breaking twigs and crushing leaves stopped behind them.

With a little more time to contemplate this surprising python charge, the Matey wondered if it was breeding season and the serpent was being territorial and hoping to scare the wandering intruders away from its nest. But not so, the Matey has been informed. In all the excitement of locking eyes with a charging python, the Matey missed the likely real object of the snake’s interest: a fleeing melomys, bandicoot, quoll or other delicacy. The Matey now feels privileged to have witnessed a green python hunting.

Cape York


One might be forgiven for thinking a leaky boat was bad luck. But so many good things have resulted from it that Captain and Matey are beginning to think Fortune was smiling. While we were on the slipway fixing the leak we met some fabulous new friends and as a result have seen a little of Cape York from a different perspective, and with the help of some local knowledge. One of our lovely new friends even lent us a 4WD for several days. When you have a 4WD in Cape York, paying homage to waterfalls is, of course, essential …


Home Rule falls


Morning tea at The Lion's Den: a funky pub shaded by gorgeous trees a long way from anywhere

Annan Falls: above was a magical series of pools







Trevethan Falls: voted the prettiest waterfall yet by the Matey

Regrowth after burning
Black Mountain

Triton: another new and very good friend
Endeavour Falls
Izabella Falls
Cape Bedford



The coloured sands at Cape Bedford ...

The sand is fine-grained and pristine


More coloured sands ...





Pure, fresh spring water runs out from under the hill at Cape Bedford into the sea 

Looking back towards Cooktown
Back home in Cooktown