Michael spent the first three days of his precious Christmas leave installing a new windlass (anchor winch) - shiny! - to allow us to escape for a few days. Remember the problems we had with the old one in Tassie, and every anchorage since? Yes, that's how long Michael has been swearing at it and threatening to violently throw it overboard. Meanwhile I got Bass Voyager packed up, provisioned and ready to sail.
The feeling of throwing off the docklines again was awesome. We spent our first night at Moon Point and once the wind filled in we had a fantastic, fast sail up Platypus Bay at the northern end of Fraser Island. It is a sweeping, 30 mile stretch of white sand and crystal clear water fringed by sandhills and wooded bushland. We dropped anchor (sans swearing) at Lagoon Anchorage, about two thirds of the way up the bay. I'll let the photos speak for themselves, but straight up - its freakin paradise.... the nicest anchorage we've found on Fraser Island so far. We swam, explored the adjoining lagoon, Michael fished (caught a baby shark which we went all gaga over before releasing), we cooked, drank apple cider and watched the summer thunderstorms pass us by. So cool.
Counting down until we can do this full-time again...