After a few days of cool, Queensland heat returned, and we headed off to find water. At Canungra there was brown water, a grey rockface, a swinging rope and a huge inflated tyre. I sweltered quietly on my sand-chair while the kids frolicked. We were cool enough then to dash down to Nerang to see Hunger games 3 – ruined cities, rebellion against the odds, inconceivably cruel controller reminded me of Warsaw under Hitler.
The second waterhole was more secluded. My son and his daughter rode their bikes down the mountain and arrived looking red-faced and satisfied. My daughter-in-law and her son picked up five bags of rubbish, including six bongs, three pairs of trousers, one pair of Bonds undies and two T-shirts. I braved rock-hopping and water in makeshift swimmers, entry and exit made easy by my fabulous Keens sandals. There was some debate about whether froglets were cane toad babies. The day ended with an Indian meal at the restaurant where my granddaughter waitresses.
Your son and his daughter road down the mountain, from Tambourine???? WOW I know that road and am suitably impressed. Water holes are a great place to be in this heat wave we are having.
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Not down the main road – a dirt road. Still impressive. Getting off the mountain is getting off the mountain. It has been hot: it’s rare for me to immerse myself.
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Happy family time 🙂
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It’s been wonderful, and we all go to my daughter’s today, and collect the family patriarch from the bus tonight. The clan gathers.
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Good for you. Enjoy!
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I’m not commenting! Really I’m not 🙂 🙂 Just peeking!
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Sounds as though you are having a terrific time with your family in the north – it is certainly a lot cooler here than it was in Sydney at the weekend – I am missing that sunshine and the light already 😦
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Hard to believe you’ve been and gone. How are you settling in back in at home?
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Not liking the very short days, but looking forward to the 22nd when it starts getting lighter 🙂
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How could people leave trash in such beautiful spots? 😦
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Now that’s a question!
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The second spot is the best for a swim. But what a lot of rubbish picked up by your daughter-in-law and grandson. It is such as shame that others feel no responsibility toward the environment and community who use it.
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The mob went back the next day – and there was more rubbish already. (I passed on a Gold Coast shopping trip.)
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