NOOSA to BOONOOROO

On the way from Noosa I am not certain of which road we took, as we were just following signs for places to the north of where we were. It was our intention to end up spending the night near the coast again, on our way to Hervey Bay. Not far out of Noosa we cam across signs to a lookout so decided to have a look. You might think that one should turn off the road whenever there is anything interesting and we were always tempted to do this however it is not always a good idea. Distances in Australia are seldom short and crossing them can eat into the day to arrive somewhere that might not have been worth the trouble. Personal recommendations are very useful in these cases.


This time it was well worth the effort. When we left the highway we had an idea the lookout would be close(as there was a hill by the side of the road)but we didn't know how much climbing would be involved. From memory I reckon we only walked for about twenty minutes to reach the viewpoint, which was a wooden structure giving a 360deg panorama with information boards. you can just see the info. boards behind us and over our shoulders the view looking back towards Noosa Heads.



Most roads in Aussie are pretty well signposted but occasionally one has to go a long way on trust. That is; there will have been a signpost indicating a turning off the main highway for where you want to go but then you need to drive down a road offering many turnings and forks, for long distances without any further help, until you are almost at your destination. This afternoon was a case in point. We headed off for Tin Can Bay and drove forever, full of self doubt, but it was alright in the end as shortly before we arrived in TCB there was another pointing directing us to Boonooroo.


Even when we arrived in Boonooroo we were not sure quite we were there as by now it was dark. We certainly drove down a long unlit road, getting more and more apprehensive that we might have made a wrong turn, and managed to avoid the camp site we thought we were heading for; then, there at the end of the road was a camp site, right next to the water. This was obviously a family run site with its cosy little shop in reception and the owner on the phone, while I booked in, trying to cheer her old mum up.