I guess I’ve been noticeably quiet for a couple of weeks, well that’s just because it’s been the opposite here. My rush trip to Cape Palmerston Holiday Park was for my brother Colin’s surprise 70th birthday party.
I’m from a family of seven children, Mum and Dad have gone now but the rest of us are still hanging in there.
It worked, Colin’s very good primary school friend and his wife took Colin and Katrina up into the nearby Eungella National Park for a couple of days to celebrate his birthday, returning to the caravan park on his birthday Friday 22nd. During those few days away the rest of us flocked to the park, three sisters, three brothers, any number of kids (now in their 40’s and 50’s), their kids and even their kids. I never got a head count and anyway I’ve only got ten fingers so I had no chance.
Well he said he never suspected anything but even if he did nobody could have been prepared for the crowd of family and friends that had sprung up in those few days. It was a great with long trips down memory lane while having a drink and well cooked food around the fire pit for several days in a row.
We walked the kilometres of quiet beach, played lawn bowls, some had a crack at disk bowls, not me, I was off doing some maintenance on a couple of Geocaches we placed there nine years ago to the day, and we even had a crack at gold prospecting on some nearby abandoned gold mines. Yeah well now I know why they were abandoned.
By the end of the first week a few cracks began to appear, the dreaded Covid thing struck. First my younger brother Merv (my travelling companion now) and Karen, then one of the elder twins arrived back in northern NSW feeling under the weather, next Colin and Katrina and some of the younger ones. My older brother Allan had already had his dose but his wife Sue took her share home to the Macadamia farm, my first point of call on the way over.
To this point I’d dodged the bullet but my turn was yet to come. With most on the mend we left this spectacular caravan park on Saturday 30th and headed north. Sandra didn’t come and Karen had a flight booked for Monday back to WA. By Saturday night I was feeling the first affects of Covid, the aches and pains, a bit of a sore throat, watery eyes and just feeling stuffed. We were to catch up with friends in Ayr but I stayed curled up on my mattress under the shade of a tree. I was at an old WW2 radar station high on a hill. I actually slipped out halfway through the day with the SDC to see if I could find a decent relic but after a few bolts and nails I was soon back in bed.
Yesterday Merv took Karen to the airport, me still trying to stay isolated headed for Young’s Block Fossicking area at Charters Towers. I just needed somewhere quiet and deserted but on the way passed over the beautiful Burdekin River. I did a quick U-turn, sent Merv a text and took to my mattress again. By the time Merv turned up I was revived enough to throw a lure that he had prepared for himself. It only took me about 15 minutes to snag it on a log midstream but being Merv’s lure I thought I should retrieve it. I stripped off, pulled on my goggles and snorkel and rescued the lure. The water was the perfect temperature and after waking wet with sweat it was a short but refreshing swim.
By the end of the afternoon I’d bagged a Sooty Grunter and a small Spangled Perch. We had to wait until this morning for Merv to catch up but he landed the same. From there we headed west to Youngs Block Fossicking area for the rest of the day and with no gold it was fish in the Webber for dinner.
I think I’m on the mend….