Magical River Boat ride…
I should warn you upfront that this is one of those multi-tasking posts. Where I am really aiming to achieve a few things at once – and hopefully not making too great a hash of it. (It’s what I do on a regular basis IRL – all directions at once and a prayer everything will fall into place!).
Secondly, I want to make myself stop my crazy busy life for FIVE MINUTES to absorb the beauty of the place I live. I forget this wonderful calming fact in my harried, everyday moments and this is my form of therapy. (We are a LONG way from city therapy here – DIY is where it’s at!)
Thirdly, I want to spend a moment reflecting (yes, bad water pun there) on being away from Home. I am spending parts of my weeks at the moment, away, on the road. For various appointments around the southern half of Queensland. All necessary, but I don’t enjoy being away from my loved ones. Or this place. And I have a niece (waves to Sal) at boarding school at the moment whom we visited briefly last week. Which gave me flashbacks to MY boarding school days. Where we had no mobile phones to call parents, and MUCH more uncomfortable-looking beds. But I know that she will be having the very same empty-stomach-pit feelings I had when I was 12 (and still have, in those quiet night-time moments I am away from Home and Family.) And I want to ease those moments for her. But am not sure how… perhaps you guys can help in comments?
Shall we go back to number 1?
Essential boating items (according to BB). Esky with refreshments, camera bag, red boat, river…
Another essential item, our water baby, Dash (dressed, despite warnings he MAY not get to ski, in his wetsuit!).
I could drink in this view forever…
What is it about water that is SO magical? It lifts the soul, no doubt about it.
Can you guess where we are close to here? (Check back here for a MASSIVE – and slightly scary – hint.)
The dam wall is less than a metre above the water level. Which is about three metres below what it was in that previous link. Mind-boggling, how much water went over this wall.
We decided to picnic on the way home – and chose this island. Remember this island? (It made headlines apparently – in France!).
There is a lot of weed growing in the stiller parts of the river – not so good to swim in (mites) but kinda groovy to look at.
I explored a little (the island is only about 50 metres by 50 metres) and took this shot showing the distance those cattle swam that day. (I’m the dag in the foreground shadow, waving to you!)
The boys thought that the only animal left here when they did was a single rabbit … I would suggest either that rabbit was pregnant or they were wrong…
The grass has regrown however…
And even the dead timber provided me with inspiration on my walk…
Of course, the joy of the kids in that age-old ‘throw rocks in the water’ sport provided plenty of photo opps too.
I love it when these two aren’t bickering… I might even frame this photo!
And seeing it was Sunday and after 3pm, we decided a small celebratory chardy was in order.
And you will be all pleased to know that Dash’s positive thinking (and a small amount of nagging) saw him up on two skis and grinning like a split watermelon.
So there you go…
- river photos shared (tick off the first item on my list)
- I feel SO much better for looking over these shots (second item complete) – hope you feel better for them too!
- Can anyone help me with number three on my list? Are any of you ex-boarding school students? I found keeping busy is key to alleviating homesickness. Reading lots (but don’t be like me and get addicted to Mills and Boon!) Getting into activities (I was a swimmer and a basketballer). What else? I think my niece might check in here, so I’d love it if you leave a little tidbit of advice here for her…
Man I make you guys work hard when you visit, don’t I?