Another Day in Paradise!

Next stop was Minni Waters which is only about 100kms north. We setup in a council owned caravan park set in lovely bushland with no-one nearby.


 As it's not near the beach we decide to go exploring on the Suzuki. As per Murphies Law we come across a free campsite right on the beach only 500mtres up another track. No power there but toilets, showers and water. All other vans were there! Oh well next time!

That night we had fresh fish by campfire light with "Blues playing in the background. How good is this life!!
No we didn't catch the fish.

Where Currarong has kangaroos everywhere Minni Waters has emus wandering on the roads. Check out the little chick and I even took a short video from our ute.

 

 The next morning we went on a one and a half hour walk around the headlands  where even the tracks were  mowed.



Views from the headland walking tracks.

  

Then for a swim in the Caravan Park pool to cool off before taking off on the motorbike where we rode 16 kms along the Minni Waters beach and back.

Minni Waters Beach. Just magic for riding.

   

I look like little kid next to the Suzuki! Except for the grey hair and wrinkles.



Here's Steve slip sliding the bike up from the beach. What a rider! We sure had heaps of fun, it felt so naughty with no protective gear except our helmets on.

  

 Then off to Broomshead. Great looking C'van park right on the beach which we'll have to keep for next time. We had a best ever burger at the Snack Shack, highly recommended.

This is Broomhead Caravan park and the vans park both on the left and right of the road.

Arrived home just before a storm hit so went in the ute to Wooli another top little village with a van park bordering on the mouth of the river and beach. MUST COME BACK!!

For our last night at Minni Waters SS cooked a chook on a spit over our fire pot. What a great little inventor SS is and it tasted fantastic.


After leaving Minni Waters we went via an historical port town called  Ulmarra on the Clarence River where they used to transport all the timber to Grafton. It looked like an American old Western town very quaint plus we had the best macadamia  caramel pie for morning tea. No wonder our waistlines are growing.

The view from the cafe.