Day 296: Barron Falls.

  The Barron Falls might be a trickle in the dry season; however, with wet season rains, they have become truly regal, and showing their other magical side.   The falls are also known as Din Din by the traditional Djabugay people.  Water cascades down 260m of rugged rock face and at full tilt are an incredible sight.  You can reach the falls by car, Skyrail, or the Kuranda train.  The train and Skyrail both have stops at the falls, and an awesome way to arrive, to the roar of the water.  One way I wouldn’t want to see the falls is the Houdini way going over a barrel.  At the moment I think there would be some serious thrill issues.

Day 295: Winding around Oz.

 There are some really cool roads, to travel around in Australia.  Dirt, tar, ones with potholes that you could probably lose your car in, others the water glides over, making for a bit of adventure as you drive through.   My favourite ones would have to be the dirt ones.  It is the fun of discovering what is at the end of them, and where it takes you through on the way.     Plus the obstacles’ that you come across be it a water crossing, wash out or trees across the track; all character building.  Whatever road you decide to travel on, travel safe and have fun.

Day 294: Metallic teenager.

  It seems to be a rite of passage being a teenager and just hanging out in the afternoon sun.  Fighting with your brothers and sisters, who seem to be getting more snacks than you do, so Mum or Dad comes in to mediate.    For this teenager she/he might have feathers but the actions are no different.  This is a teenage Metallic Starling and looking at his/her eyes I’m wondering if she is Team Edward or Team Jacob.  These birds hang out through Cape York and down to Mackay and when they have fully matured they are a brilliant black, with flashes of green, and purple at the back of their head.  A pretty cool bird, but every time I see this bird the red eyes still tend to freak me out.  Note to self; start mixing up the genres I’m reading and stop just supernatural novels!

Day 293: Power up.

 The heavens have definitely opened up, and in the last 24 hours in Cairns only we have had 100mm of rain (nearly 4 inches in the old scale).  Forecast is that it will hang around until probably Tuesday.  Now there always has to be an upside, and this is one of the great things about the wet season; no watering gardens, start that New York bestselling novel, and the waterfalls are going to be massive, so stay tuned.  It is all about power today, as the off-shore ski races hit the Nard in full force.  The sheer power of these boats, just makes you want to jump in and hold on.  Ok so I love fast cars, boats, call me a Bogan really don’t mind.  Hat’s off to the skiers holding on the back because that is not an easy thing to do, at speed.  Or let’s face it at the best of times, regardless of speed but so much fun. So who one this battle, well……Rage, on that corner at least.

Day 292: Cast out.

  Whilst the rain clouds formed above and on the horizon, the silken sea gently rolled in.  An older gentleman casts his net to catch bait.  Hoping to catch the bigger fish when he later, throws his fishing line into the sea.   Will he be able to show the fish he caught, or will there be fables told over an afternoon beverage?  ‘The one that got away; he was so big, this big.  A crocodile got him and then I had to run, zigging and zagging, for my life up the beach.    Or I may have got the bait but blooming heck those fish weren’t biting today.  Something must be happen, somewhere?’  Regardless of the tale I hope the gentleman got his fish today without any hassles.  Tonight he sits back enjoying the fresh bounty of the sea, in a dry room.

 

Day 291: All tied up.

 For generations past, ships have sailed the oceans and tied up to bollards on the wharfs.  Giant ropes secure the vessels to the dock.  Cargo unloaded, and adventures commence for the crew.  In the 1912 horse drawn cabs took the crews to and from the wharfs.  Today they are a little bit more modern with engines, four wheels and a steel/plastic body.  However, the wharf and bollards remain the same from years ago.   If only the old bollards on the wharfs could talk because I’m sure there would be some stories for them to tell.