It had to happen. All good things must come to an end. Our time was up on Straddie. Mother Nature provided perfect weather and we packed up ‘dry’. We NEVER get to pack up dry. I think I saw Les shed a tear of happiness over this fact.
We attempted a few geocaches on the drive back to Dunwich with mixed success. Kady’s thongs were being held together by a plastic bread clip and Erin had decided that shoes were just too much effort. These facts mixed with hot sand and sun made for unfavourable geocaching conditions.
“Straddie” residents are very proud of their place and this is very obvious in the pride and effort that has gone into the museum. A minimal entry fee of $9 for all of us had us enthralled by tales of shipwrecks, Aboriginal history and asylums. Well worth the visit.
Before I left school I found out that two workmates would be on Straddie at the same time as me. Cathy and Helen. At lunchtime we went to the Little Ships club and Cathy was there! As we lined up in the car for the return barge, Helen was driving off the barge we were driving on to! Unbelievable.
April and Darren – thanks for inviting us over there. We met some great people.
We loved everything about North Stradbroke. You don’t need a lot of money to stay there or a lot of money to enjoy everything it has to offer. But seriously…let your tyres down!