Tipplers and the Joys Of Camping 9th - 10th May

We were able to find space to anchor at Tipplers just west of the swimming enclosure and made sure our bum did not hang out into the channel as advised by locals. Space here is limited and we could see that arriving Friday, before the weekend rush, enabled us to stake a claim on our bit of real estate. On Saturday boats began arriving early and soon the area was crowded. After a long walk to the north of the resort we decided to call in to the café on the way back for our morning coffee. I think I should just let you Albany girls morning tea group know that South Stradbroke Island has some of the best scones, jam and cream I have ever tasted - light and fluffy with scrumptious homemade strawberry jam and whipped cream. YUM!

It began to rain steadily and we managed to make a quick trip back to Rene between the showers. Just as we got aboard the rain really started to pour. Peter and I sat under the canopy and watched several families who had just arrived, laden with mountains of camping gear, begin to set up in the rain. While we were walking we noticed that the dirty grey sand was just wet enough to stick to shoes leaving the dry stuff underneath. Rain, sand, wet camping gear, kids. That looked like real good fun!!! Peter and I chuckled as we watched, but only softly because I'm sure Mother Nature has something in store for us is we get too carried away.

We decided to leave after lunch for Macleay Island. The rain had stopped, the tide was beginning to rise and we just had enough time to make it before nightfall. I'm not supposed to say this but Rene did a little ploughing at the southern end of Russel Island, just cut the corner a little too fine. Luckily after a couple of bumps we were back into the deep water.

 

Tipplers anchorage