28 July 2013
We spent yesterday afternoon and night at Rollingstone Beach, not far from the Rollingstone Hotel, Rollingstone Street, and the teeny tiny blink-and-it's-gone town of Rollingstone, Queensland, Australia. And we stayed at Rollingstone Beach Holiday Park.
You'd think, with all those Rollingstone locations, I'd have found a souvenir. With the name Rollingstone on it.
Nope - my
choices were a stubby beer coozie (you know, those neoprene beer or cup
cooler things), a small sticker, or a cap. Oh, and a postcard of a
kookaburra, not looking at the camera. A kookaburra's back.
Ah well, I took some photos and that'll have to be it.
We were expecting a campground full of aging rock'n'rollers, with beards and beads and, like, peace, man.
no, we found the usual collection of what Aussies call "grey nomads" -
the retirees who head north with their various caravans and campers, and
enjoy the warm weather when southern Australia is cold and wet all
So we pretended
we weren't going-grey-nomads and that we were the rock'n'rollers, and
walked on the beach. There wasn't much else to do - it's a beautiful
campground, and we were maybe 50 ft (just over 18 meters) from the
beach, so we heard the roaring waves all night. As well as the
still-wild wind, which provided the rocking to our rolling.
Anyway - I
always include a beach description for my dad and my coastal/marine
science friends - the beach had golden sand, a little bit coarse, with a
fairly steep slope. It had a few levels from the various tides. And
the usual sandbars just offshore, which would appear and disappear with
the tides. The most interesting - off to the west side of the beach
(well, the direction the sun set) was a shingle beach, or maybe a
shingle bar - just at the water's edge, and looking almost like a
manmade jetty. It seemed to be comprised of river rocks, all nicely
eroded to smooth ovoid shapes - probably the rolling stones from the
Rollingstone Creek, and the reason all the places are named such. The
shingle or cobble area continued on for quite a ways, with occasional
trees growing out of the sand. Weird, huh?
There were also some shells, which made for great close up photos with the new camera's macro lens.
And, that was about it for Rollingstone.
drove north to the town of Ingham, which seemed like a nice little
town. Most shops and cafés were closed, since it's Sunday here. But we
found a place with friendly pokies - and the Cleopatra machine gave me
the minor jackpot for an early birthday present. It was a five digit
jackpot, if you include the cents, LOL! Anyway, I of course sat at the
machine screaming, bouncing up and down, and hugging the machine - with
the other pokie players laughing - except Richard was screaming too! We
certainly liven up a place, I must say!
settled for the evening in Cardwell, at another nice campground, again
by the beach. Too far to hear the waves, or maybe it's just a quiet
tide at the moment. We're thinking we'll head to Mission Beach tomorrow
for a couple of days, maybe do another sail or snorkel trip, weather
permitting. The crazy winds have died down a bit, but today is a bit
drizzly so we haven't gone for our beach walk yet. I'm sure we will.
time in Australia is winding down - and while it has been a wonderful
six months with all kinds of sights, fun, and adventure - we're both
looking forward to the tropical islands of the South Pacific.
A little more like home.