Thursday, May 29, 2008

The big sand hill at Double Island Point
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Friday 16 May
Awoke early, had a brew marvelling at the beautiful sight of the sun lighting up the sand hills of Rainbow Beach at an angle I had never seen before.
Had a good run up to Double Island Point. Seas were a bit lumpy towards the end. A fighter jet travelling along the beach scared hell out of me when it went overhead.
Double Island Point was spectacular as I passed the front at last light. Towering rock cliffs bought back memories of when I had fished them with Coast fishing icon Bruce Cooper. Also strong memories of the first time I went fishing there. It was with Marilyn’s father Allen and his son Kevin .I think it was an outing of the Nambour Fishing Club, Kevin was tragically killed several years later in a car accident at Currimundi. It was quite different to see the Point from a different perspective.I anchored on the Northern side of Double Island Point. Ian Atkinson had told me that this was one of the bounciest moorings on the East Coast. He had pointed out that I should go straight through the Wide Bar. I guess we all have to learn lessons in life! I found out one that night, Ian was Right!!
Passing Noosa National Park. Noosa Main beach can be seen on the right.
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Thursday 15 May
Hours Top 7903 Bottom 3271
Finally left Mooloolaba in Holly at 0900 hrs, so much for the 0500 hrs start. My long suffering wife Pip and darling ex-wife Marilyn and friend Pam waved me off at the pontoon.
Nick and Fran Wills came out onto the breakwater to say goodbye, my great mate Norm Cooper, who was there with his camera, joined them. Unfortunately, as I came up to Norm a boat came past so I had to do a quick 360 to make sure Norm got a good shot of me. If there is one thing worse than two professional photographers are two has-been photographers taking photos of each other.I had to do a sail past the Vietnam Veterans Thursday Breakfast Club. Being a bit late, I had missed the main crowd .A phone call to Kevin Lynch enticed him and Ian Atkinson and others away from their skinny coffees at the Coffee Club ,but in my enthusiasm I ran a bit close to the beach between the flags and was suitably rebuked by the lifeguard on his loud speaker. What a send off, the most important men in the Mooloolaba Surf Club waving madly goodbye to me at the Loo with a View and the Lifeguard roundly abusing me for all to hear. It doesn’t get much better.