Up the coast
In January we had a wonderful visit from Cousin Dave. The last time he came to Australia, it was with his parents on Great Uncle Herb’s 92nd birthday. Then and now, having family come share this place with us opens it up.
With Dave we drove along the coast, rapidly breaching my Northern-most-point-visited (with the exception of a day in a conference hotel in Brisbane) in Australia. Once we passed Newcastle airport, it was a new country, a lot like this country, but more and more beautiful as we approached the tropics. We were on the road for a week, stopping every few hours to visit another beach. When we reached Noosa, north of Brisbane, we turned around drove inland, taking the Mount Lindesay Highway and Thunderbolt’s Way (a one lane view of the inland mountains, named for a famous bandit) back to our little corner of Oz.
A smattering of what we saw: