Friday, 28 August 2015

Marooned at Lizard

We departed Cooktown with barely a breeze blowing so initially progress was slow, but within an hour the wind had increased so much we were at times travelling at ten knots. This meant we could reach Lizard Island before sunset, so we bypassed capes Bedford and Flattery to anchor at Watson’s Bay, Lizard Island. Captain was excited to catch a large mackerel on the way, which kindly provided dinner for the next week.

There were already around 12 boats at anchor and we discovered over the regularly held sunset drinks that many of the couples visited Lizard Island each year, or regularly anyway. (This is an unusual anchorage in which almost every boat has a woman on board!) Being quite large, Lizard Island is an easy place to become entrenched, and it’s not hard to see why some boats move in for weeks if not months at a time.

The island has a good supply of fresh water via a bore with a hand pump so running out of water is not a concern, though carrying it back to the dinghy inspires frugality with its consumption. At the ‘phone box’, about 200 m above sea level and around half way up the ‘Cook’s Look’ trail (from the top of which Captain Cook allegedly found his route through the reef to deep water) it’s possible to get up to three bars of internet reception and make phone calls. So, isolation is not complete.

If fishing floats your boat you don’t have to go too far to avoid the ‘green zone’ (in which it’s prohibited). We’ve also discovered foraging to be rewarding as there is an abundance of bush passionfruit, coconuts are available on the other side of the island and delicious yams are plentiful in the swamp area. (They are tasty roasted anyway – we’re yet to try other cooking methods.)

Snorkelling is a delight, with a variety of corals and fish to be spotted on clear days with good ‘viz’. Matey is honing her underwater photography skills with the Go-Pro. She is discovering close-up shots work best though convincing the fish to pose for portraits is proving challenging. We spent a night at nearby Eagle Cay and Matey was excited to see her favourite coral-based friend, the Moorish Idol, once again.

Eagle Cay, the site of last year’s near sinking of Ebb Tide (then Total Care) nearly took us out once again. Captain wasn’t eager to leave the cay but with the tide going down and the wind predicted to howl later in the day Matey had to hurry him along. While Capt and Matey were ‘discussing’ mainsail raising and good communication the port rudder became intimately acquainted with some coral, and the rudder shaft was slightly bent. Of course, if you have absent-mindedly (!) drifted over shallow coral with the sails up what better way to get out of it than sail over the top! With Matey gesticulating from the front of the boat to indicate what she hoped was a path over the deeper coral we managed to sail though without further incident and be on our way. It’s at such moments one is reminded of the skill of the crew of the Endeavour. We were convinced Ebb Tide must have suffered serious damage and that we were jinxed at Eagle Cay, so it was a somber trip back to Lizard Island. Miraculously though, after investigation back at Watson’s Bay, apart from being slightly bent the rudder and its compartment seemed fine, as is steerage. Matey can only hope the coral also was relatively unscathed by the encounter!

Lizard Island has some memorable walks. The Australian Museum’s marine research station is located here and they offer tours on Monday mornings. It’s about 4 km to walk to the station over a sandy 4WD track. The beach route around the island is more pleasant if you don’t mind clambering over rocks. Or, you can of course dinghy around. The tour of the research station is informative and gives a sense of what is currently being studied. It also highlights the very large gaps in our knowledge of many marine species.

The Cook’s Look walk to the top of the hill at around 350 m above sea level provides great views in all directions, including of the Great Barrier Reef. There’s also a track across to the lagoon on the southern side of the island, which is bordered by the smaller Palfrey and South islands. The lagoon embodies tropical island paradise. From this track you can also access a ‘trail’ (marked by the occasional blue thong and sometimes evident by slightly trampled grass) to Coconut Beach, a south-east facing windswept but beautiful beach. Accessing the beach requires scaling down a long rock wall, aided by a rope and buffeted by the relentless wind, which gives it a barren feel, yet the coconut grove and patches of lush vegetation in this valley indicate otherwise. The fine grains of densely packed sand rival Whitehaven Beach in the Whitsundays. We were warned at sunset drinks that climbing down the rock face to Coconut Beach was challenging, but it was definitely worth the effort and mild anxiety resulting from looking down.


The wind blows hard most days at Lizard Island and Watson’s Bay beach is wide with a gentle slope so Ebb Tide is anchored close to shore. This enables rowing ashore, a minimalist’s joy we’d almost forgotten while anchored in the shipping channel at Cairns.

Beautiful friend, the Moorish Idol
Getting down to Coconut Beach
Looking towards the lagoon
View down to Coconut Beach, from above rock wall
Cockscomb oyster, apparently. The colour is due to encrusting sponge.


Ebb Tide's herb garden
Washerwoman
Delicious yams





The laundromat is often a good place to make new friends
Giant clam
Batfish at cleaning station with blue cleaner wrasse.







Wednesday, 12 August 2015

Friends with benefits

For our last few days at Cooktown Klaas, Jetty and their four-wheel drive visited, so we showed them some special places near Cooktown. Captain the tour guide wore them out, but they seemed to enjoy it as much as we did. The view from Grassy Hill is a must for any visitor to Cooktown, with the walk across to Cherry Tree Bay and Finch Bay also mandatory.



The many-coloured sands at Cape Bedford were as striking as the first time we saw them. Just before the dunes you pass through a glade enchanted by innumerable butterflies fluttering all around you. Next you drive (at low tide) across the wet sand and to your left a row of paperbarks announce the fresh water flowing out from beneath the dunes. To your right the sea water reminds you that soon it will return. Next you drive past the multicoloured dunes. We discovered a path up into a ‘canyon’ with a fresh water spring half way up. With the wind blowing we watched the dunes slowly moving via ‘sandfalls’ at the edges. 





Cape Bedford

Weeping paperbark






The benefit






Captivating as sandfalls are, a waterfall fix is always essential, so we returned to one of the prettiest waterfalls we’ve seen, Trevethan Falls.






Black Mountain
A very large groper, almost 2 metres long, anticipating a free feed at Cooktown



Saturday, 1 August 2015

The Cooktown job

Hauling your boat out of the water for some tender (loving) care—fiberglass touch-ups and application of antifoul—is one of the many delights of boat life. On this occasion the floorboards and table also received some love from the sander and a new matt varnish. Exterior and interior now look much happier, particularly once they emerged from beneath the layer of red dust applied by each 4WD that drove past.

Hauling out has become a job we prefer to do in Cooktown, where the cost is reasonable and the view from the slipway quite acceptable. Positioning the boat on the trolley is a little anxiety-inducing though as it requires getting into the water and arranging sand bags between trolley and hulls. While nothing compares to the awe and elation of living in nature, with so much beauty to be found, and though sometimes we have to hide from her fury, there’s also nothing quite like being reminded of your place in nature’s hierarchy. Getting into croc-infested water provides such a reminder. Nervous jokes precede the haul-out and sighs of relief can be heard once the boat is safely on the trolley and all limbs can be accounted for.

Nature has also reminded us of her power since Ebb Tide has been back in the water by blasting us with volleys of wind bullets. Like micro-cyclones, the sound whistles towards you and you see them travelling across the surface of the water before they hit at up to 40 knots. Hmmm. A wee bit frightening one night when the genoa (headsail) partially unravelled. Weird unseasonal rain has also filled the dinghy on several nights.

We enjoy catching up with our Cooktown friends. One such friend was kind enough to drive us to Laura to see some Aboriginal rock art at a spectacular gallery. He entertained us with tales of exploring this site when he was just 16. Then there were no tourists and there was no road in, so the artwork was much clearer. The road has recently been sealed, but it’s too late for these paintings, which sadly are partially obscured by years of dust from thousands of vehicles. Despite this, when we had a few quiet moments with the paintings between busloads of tourists it was moving to be there.

As Cooktown is the most northerly town on the east coast with a supermarket, long-term provisioning via the 'grandma trolley' has been in process. North of Cooktown expensive barge deliveries are the only source of food beyond what we can catch, collect or grow (some recently potted herbs have survived so far and sprouts will be on the menu too). Thankfully coconuts keep well and there is a good source across the inlet at Cooktown. Hello potatoes, onions, pumpkins, garlic, cabbage and dried, frozen and canned food. Luckily Matey likes rice and dahl but the likely lack of fresh fruit is a source of angst already. Captain may have to discover new favourite foods ...

Before we embark northward we have more socialising to do with friends new and old. Then it will be time to set sail. Matey can’t wait!


View from the slipway
At the gallery
Admiring the gallery setting
Matey breaks out from old Laura jail 
Neighbour at the slipway
Cooktown sunset







Our tour guide
Capt plays with new phone