The beach north of 42 mile crossing was all well and good, apart from perhaps 300 metres of extremely soft sand, and the Troopy loved it!
After numerous boggings, diggings, and pushes, we made it passed the problem spot and continued on our way.
We settled on a spot with some nice looking water out in front of the campsite, and set up the tents, of which I photo'd from above once again! I cant remember where exactly we camped, but it looks from this photo as though we headed up further north of tea tree crossing.
Take particular note of the worst efforts to put up a shelter ever. Buying the cheapest tarp possible is not always the best idea. As long as it didn't rain, it provided some nice shade...
And then we saw this rolling towards us:
The cheap tarp shelter failed instantly and we all scampered to get into the front canopy section of Will's tent. Not exactly the most water proof area, but certainly better than under the now flapping around wildly in the wind tarp.
I should mention the fishing now. The fishing was crap. The beach had seaweed galore all over the place meaning every cast resulting in bringing in a big heap of weed. Amongst it all, we all managed to pull in a few mini-mullies, and I guess Will must have got the most of them, cos his name is on the trophy!
The only photo I have of fish is of Andre's first ever catch, boy was he happy!
Back at camp, Andre exhausted from pulling in such an ENORMOUS fish, fell asleep in his chair. So, we covered him in rubbish, of course.
On the way back up the beach to leave on Sunday, we stopped at an enormous gutter.. should have fished here all weekend! No weed at all, and managed to pull in a few soapies in the short amount of time we were there. Ah well...
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