To be frank my expectations of our last minute camping trip were quite low (to say the least).
However, after arriving to ultimate privacy and relaxation my mood quickly turned – Moreton Island was just the ticket (for these two new entrepreneurs, ha).
This gettin’ a blog up-and-running business is hard work. And with a barge voucher almost reaching it’s used by date a surprise birthday weekend just the two of us sounded spot on. (Oh how romantic).
Let down the tyres. Do you have a tide chart? Please pass me a beverage. (Arghh, these are my favourite holiday words).
We opted for camping on the eastern surfside of the third largest sand island in the world, and once boarding the barge and hitting the sand we were within our bush nest in no longer than 3 hours. (That’s from Brisbane. Not too bad huh?).
Unlike uber popular beach camping locations we’ve stayed of late, our entire cut-in (where our campsite was situated) remained occupied solely by us for three days.
What followed? Endless sunny Queensland days, gentle breezes perfect for exploring beach nooks, scenic vantage points and secluded bays perfect for swimming.
// Memories of open fires, marshmallows and red wine.
// Camp oven bubbling with tender roast lamb for Luke (as I am a vegetarian, kind-of).
// A fishing success straight from the beach (though we did let him go).
// Four-wheel-drive mayhem, including a risky creek crossing that had our snorkel sucking for air.
// Swimming in the refreshing crystal clear waters (at Tangalooma wrecks, North Point champagne rock pools, Blue Lagoon and practically every time we broke into a sweat).
A lovely short-break. Anyone planning a christmas adventure that’s sounding similar?