Matilda Waltzes North

After two weeks of searching and readying Matilda, she was ready to leave by 5:00 p.m. on Thursday afternoon, February 17.  We could have spent another night on Worrall Wind, but decided Matilda was ready to go to the ball, and she didn't want to wait any longer....and neither did we.   Our first leg north was pretty short, and we reached the campground near Glass House Mountains by 6:30 p.m.  We spent the first night in our cozy little pop top.  We were pretty worried about mozzies, so we slept with the van closed up and it was a little too warm.

Glass House Mountains are these lava plugs that were once under the sea where the land was flat.  Once  the sea receded, the flat seabed eroded away leaving the exposed plugs sticking up.  As mountains, they are not very high.  What makes them interesting is they just seem to popup in the middle of flat, rolling lands.

Sidewalk Mosaic

On Friday morning, we explore the Glass House Mountains.  Later in the afternoon, we took a 3 kilometer hike through a national park from the town of Landsborough to Maloolah on a deserted railroad bed through a bat filled tunnel.  The nice part about the tunnel was it was cool and provided some relief from the heat.

Dazzling White Bark Gum Trees

We were really looking forward to seeing some wildlife outside of the zoo.  But no, we didn't see any koalas or kangaroos.  The bush however was noisy with cicadas and birds, quite a contrast from the quiet bush in New Zealand.  It was a nice walk and felt good to be out and moving.

We made our way up to Maroochydore on Friday night and stayed in a lovely campground by the Maroochy River.  We got there early enough to play with our mosquito netting before the mozzies make their late afternoon appearance.

Room with a view

There really weren't very many bugs in this highly civilized campground, but now we know how to open the back hatch and let the breeze blow through the van while we keep the mosquitoes and flies out.

Saturday morning, we traveled further up the coast to Noosa Head taking in the coastal beauty and then headed inland to the little town of Gympie where the Australian Gold Rush started in the 1860's.

Gympie reminds us of Sonora.  On our way to Gympie, we ate lunch in a park where several boys were skate boarding.  Every one of the little towns we have driven through have lovely parks with public restrooms, and many have skate board parks to attract young people who enjoy this sport.  We chatted with one young man who looked to be about 15 who was eating his lunch as well (two large chocolate bars).  I would have preferred that too!

We told him in California, that the public parks require helmets, knee and elbow guards.  He thought that was pretty funny.  The kids in these parks were wearing nothing but shorts and shoes.  He took a cigarette from behind his ear and lit up when one of his friends came over to eat some chocolate.  The boys talked about their plans for the evening and were excited to go somewhere there was going to be a party with girls and drinks.  The boys waved goodbye, put their skate boards under their arms and walked along the public path.

Russ and I reached our campground late in the afternoon, and just enough time to do some grocery shopping for dinner for two nights.  The grocery and other stores are closed on Sundays.  We bought ourselves a roasted chicken and made a green salad for dinner.

Today is Sunday, and we had a fun day on the Rattler, an old steam engine driven train that took us through the countryside to a a little town of Imbil,

 It was serendipitous that we chose this day to ride because every 3rd Sunday, the docent/actors reenact a train robbery at the end of the line.

Officer will soon die in gun battle

Our ascent into Imbil seemed to be going more slowly than our itinerary indicated, but we enjoyed the beautiful scenery as we gazed through the open windows of the old train.

We arrived midway at a stop for refreshments and were about a half hour behind schedule.  By the time we got to the end of the line we were an hour behind schedule.

The actors reenacted the train robbery which was quite entertaining. 

Cryer call for justice

After the train robbery, we were to go to the front the train to watch the engine be turned around on the turntable.  Sadly, the engine wasn't moving.  The poor thing died.

Ran Out of Steam!

Apparently, our slow ascent was due to a steam tube that had burst and was watering down the coal fire.  By the time we got to our destination, the fire was too cool to move the train any further.  While we waited for  air conditioned rescue busses to take us back to Gympie, we ate our picnic in the shade, watched the trial and flogging of the train robbers, and browsed the tourist shops in Imbil.

By 2:45, the passengers on the ill fated Rattler boarded our busses and returned to Gympie making a scheduled stop for wine and cheese tasting.  We arrived back in Gympie ahead of schedule after a very enjoyable day where we met and talked with lots of nice folks.  One of the ladies we met is a retired middle school teacher who has invited us to visit and stay with her a few days in her home near Morton Island.  She enjoys visitors and is signed up with a website called Global Freeloaders.  Haven't heard of it, but plan to look it up.

Tomorrow we are headed up to Bundaberg where we will visit our friend Ken on Trim and hopeful get a taste of Bundaberg Rum.  Russ has made reservations on the ferry to Tasmania out of Melbourne in two weeks, so we will need to start Awaltzing Matilda southward in a couple of days.  We're having fun and both feel great.

All is well with the 2 Travel R's on Awaltzing Matilda.