We are still on Fraser - 'a Mecca for 4WD enthusiasts'. It's funny how you think you know someone well and then they turn out to be a '4WD enthusiast'... Anyway, this island turns out to be a major motivator for our trip. We were all pretty jubilant to have made it up and down the beach with only a squeaky underbelly (as the fine sand tickled our TUMmy) - definitely not squeaky clean even after Matt lovingly bathed our baby with fresh water at the end if an adventure-packed day. We all climbed a big sand dune (Matt may have been more excited if he had been able to drive up) and ran back down again. Evidently our children seemed to prefer running in the tyre tracks than making them unlike Matt.. "How can they ask 'when are we gunna get there' when we are driving on a beach??!!!?" No one can answer this classic parent question.
Meanwhile I can't help but feel like I'm relaxing in a puddle at the car park...
Don't worry about us, all you faint hearted readers - we are back at the hotel now, safely cocooned by the 2 metre high electrified dingo-proof fence, and full 3G Telstra mobile service.
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