A rainy morning in the rainforest. The cloud was hanging low overhead. There was a bit too consider this morning. Clint has promised Judd a remote control car drive on the beach, so from the moment we woke we were getting pestered about that, but also trying to juggle a pack up between showers and everything was wet!!! We haven't seen rain for months, which makes camping a heck of a lot easier! The boys were running about in the warm tropical downpours while we cooked up a hot breakfast to clear some space in the fridge. As we ate hidden in the tent from the weather, we discussed the next move. The Bloomfield Track, a dirt track was notoriously slippery and steep and unknown for us. We had had several people warning us against traveling it with a trailer. But with some final advice from the local bloke at the front desk we thought we would just take it slow and steady & take our chances.
Our first stop just down the road at the Cape Trib lookout & beach. So here is where Judd got his remote control car drive. The beach was incredible, the forest really does come right to the sea. The trees overhanging the beach and growing out of the sand looks like a magical cubby house. We hid, climbed and beachcombed. Claire & Marty found a squid washed ashore, still alive. We examined it closely and watched it change colour from white to a red before throwing it back in to the water.
We began to Bloomfield's track with hesitation, but quickly realised it was going to be achievable considering what was coming the opposite direction.
We stopped at Emmagin creek. With some knowledge shared from uncle Boydo. It was an ace spot 👌 we had so much fun swimming and swinging from an amazing tree.
Into the crystal clear waters below. The exposed tree roots were magic, how the tree was still standing was a defiance of normality.
Judd thought the roots looked like a bird nest, he really wanted to remember this place.
There was a butterfly the same colour as Marty's shirt that showed a lot of interest in him, landing on his aqua/blue shirt and undies. We laughed as it landed on his bottom!
Lunch on-top of the camper trailer as we watched people do the river crossing. Lady finger bananas from the market were so sweet, mashed in our sandwiches. 😋
We winded or way through the forest, up steep hills and down again, ever so carefully in low range. It really wasn't too bad. Everyone seems to make things sound worse than they really are.... Or perhaps we have got more experience on rough roads than we give ourselves credit for.
Next stop was Cooktown, the region was a bit nostalgic for us. Claire's sister Ali had lived here a couple of years ago and we never made it up here while she was here. But it's nice to be here now driving through and recognising places she would talk about. Through Rossville the boys looked for their cousins school.
As we approached Cooktown and left the forests in the rear vision mirror, there was an incredible rocky mountain. The rock was very dark and volcanic looking. The mountain is called Black Mountain and had been created by a significant volcanic movement.
Clint got a new wiper blade for the windscreen in Cooktown and Claire scored some end of day chicken bites from the bakery, dinner was sorted. So in arrival at our free camp there was no need to cook, we set up a special movie night instead, we all watched Pan. The boys imagined never growing up as they drifted into dreams.
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