Goin' Slow

After the mega-long hauls throughout nearly all of Australia, we slow down throughout North Queensland to savour the sights. We've covered less than 500km in two weeks. Unheard of! First stop - Wonga Beach and the Daintree.

Little F and E at Wonga Beach

Munching on some sugar cane.

Just in front of camp.

Daintree Roads

And we were lucky enough to bump into this little fella along the way.

The Daintree bug museum. It has a real name, but darned if we can remember.

Then off to Cairns, where the kids watched their cousin on the track.

Cousin Paddy in action.

Big F had great fun learning the guitar.

Babinda Boulders.

J goes for a dip.

Josephine Falls.

Paronella Park

For the last week, we've had the privilege of staying in the Family Islands group off Mission Beach in a very quiet resort.

Big F on his way to the island

Solitary resort.

Coconut Beach

Big F returns from a big  paddle

Feeding the island pigs

Hitting the jetty for the return water taxi journey.

Route travelled since last post.

It's All Downhill From Here

No really it is. Ravenshoe, elevation 930 metres, is Queensland's highest town. So of course it's all downhill. But there's still nearly two months of our great big adventure to go and heaps of our home state to see.

The lush grass, tall trees, rainforest and even the frigid air of Ravenshoe was a welcome change for us after the 8000km of dust that we have done since Perth (not that we didn't enjoy it, but the change was welcome).

Since our last post, we have driven from Cloncurry to the Atherton Tablelands..........

The Normanton life size replica of "Krys the Savannah King"

Cara-vanning is not all beer and skittles. There is the toilet to take out. 

Inside the "Oldest shop in Australia" at Croydon.

Just to prove that we are still attempting school!

Our camp at Ravenshoe - at the train station.

It's been a while since we have seen dandelions.

J and E at Milla Milla Falls.

E's 11th birthday, celebrated at Lake Tinaroo.

Lake Tinaroo

Route and stops from Cloncurry to Mt Molloy.

Back to Where It All Began ...

Mount Isa. We dragged the kids all over town showing them important highlights like houses of past abode, and other little things like where Dad proposed to Mum...

Fourteen years after leaving. The landscape is the same, but the faces are more weathered!

Oh well.

The Mt Isa dining experience has improved somewhat.

Look what Mum did to Little F!!! Stray foot in the Mataranka thermal spring.

Mataranka Thermal Spring

Route since last blog - most of that over two days.