Here We Go Again - Chapter 19 - Yeppoon Day 3

Yes I fished late, but not ridiculously so. I was in bed (and sound asleep) by 11.30pm.

Today Forbsy has the lead and is a want to check out a bushland area called Stoney Creek. Nestled in the hills at Bifield short drive into the hills. As luck would have it I have a 10.00am meeting but the plan is not to take off until 11.00 and perhaps take lunch and walk whatever bush tracks we may find then eat.

Off we go past some of the explored territory of Yeppoon already discovered and off into the hinterland. At one point we pass a majestic house on a hill with a paved pathway from the road to the house. The road itself must have cost the same as the house construction, and that is saying something given the relative size of the home.

It must be almost half a kilometre of paved, stamped concrete road, reddish orange in colour, looping over the property and up to the house. I muse the owner must be a concreter to be able to afford such a pathway for his vehicles.

Into the hills we drive, eventually entering the great pine forests of the area, where the bitumen gives way to gravel, well almost. At each crest or sharp corner the road reverts to bitumen for the safety of the driver until just shy of our destination the road permanently becomes paved. 

Into the camping area, we find a manicured park, with camping sites on one side of a babbling brook, the park on the other. The park has toilet facilities and three gas barbecues, supported by a large gas cylinder at one end of the park. A walk way heads off into the bush and after snapping lots of shots of the park and the clear water of the brook, we follow it.

The sign suggests its only a kilometre round trip and where you might except to “bush bash” your way through, the track is wide and easily walked. At the far end fo the track is a sign stopping walkers from further traversing where the track turns into what one might suggest a bush track may look like. The sign also notes the tracks we could have walked should they have been open (which I am happy that aren’t – because Forbsy would have wanted to walk them), stretching far and wide into the bush.

We walk the way back, much more difficult that the walk out, up hill and across a more rocky terrain and return to the park to sit in the sun and eat our lunches. Robyn has prepared cheese and tomato sandwiches with a hummus spread. The along with a couple of mandarins and pineapple Forbsy has cut up do us for the repast.

Its easy to sit here in the warming sun and while away the time but we should go back to the park. There will be shots to be snapped on the way back and I want to make a video at the gateway to the mansion. As well as the video location there are two houses of much less salubriousness that beg being snapped. One of these, a derelict house, has little or no walls allowing for flow through ventilation, but Robyn notes the chimney and fireplace appear in tact. The other, much closer to town, at first sight appears to be leaning over, but it is an optical illusion of some of the lower level panelling  that give the look.

Forbsy needs to get some provisions for dinner and we find a supermarket although it is a public holiday here (show day) and many of the businesses are closed. Forbsy in the supermarket, pays for his meat and asks the check out lady where the closest ATM might be. He is astonished not to be told to turn around you idiot you are standing right in front of one but to be politely informed there is one on the premises and if he were to gaze behind him it is there ready for his use. 

Close enough to bite him if it had teeth.

I have been struggling with a headache all day, so on our return I put my head down for a nap only to be woken by my wife telling me it was dinner time. I was out for 2 hours.

I was going to prepare her a flathead in Alfoil for dinner, but she has already attended to the preparation and we head to Silver Leader’s van for the cooking process.

Dinner done its off to bed in an attempt to sleep the headache off.