Already June… wild! This morning rather than the usual snorkel, I opted for a run around the airstrip “track”. The sunrise in the distance was just BEAUTIFUL. It had the most vibrant colors of pink and orange… the sky was fuchsia!
More lecture and quizzes… and grading. Flight out at 11:30 is so much better to wait for in LEI rather than the Hervey Bay mini-airport.
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| Me, Rebecca, Kate and Akshat with our dive instructors |
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| The second flight group in front of the sign- I can't wait to go back! |
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| The noddy terns are very comfortable with people.... |
As it turns out our plane ended up being late which led to a lovely chain of lateness events. We had to hustle under the guidance of Brad and Trailblazer tours all the way from Hervey Bay down to Rainbow Beach. As he described it, if you blinked, you would miss the whole place. We did some off-roading to our patiently waiting ferry where we were shuttled across to Fraser Island. Along the beach “road” we spotted two dingoes, one was badly beaten from the mating season fights.
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| Nothing but open "road"- there are speed limit signs along the beach |
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| A badly beaten dingo |
After a super-quick drop off of luggage at the Base Camp, we headed over to Lake Wabby. Awesome name by the way.
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| Lake Wabby is just over the dune... |
A fairly sizeable hike led by Barry took us up to a wonderful barrage lake which was surrounded by sand dunes- a vast expanse of them. The walk back was in the pitch black, and we found two sugar gliders! WE also happened upon a bull ant as well as a wolf spider, we think. Brad gave us some sketchy berries which tasted like spicy (like cinnamon spice) blueberries. At least if I get lost I could survive on those. Base Camp is an interesting set up- it’s blocked in by an electric gate to prevent the dingoes from coming in. I have to say that as pretty as those animal are, I’m positively scared stiff of the creatures.
The night was full of delirious laughter, as many of the students rushed to finished the LEI modules and accompanying concept maps. We had an official dance lesson from Barry, where many of us scurried around, confused, holding onto our partner. He gave us breaks by stopping to tell us poems of barbers and wombat poop. No comment.
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