From Cairns, we drove up into the highlands
covered in tropical rainforest. 35km of very steep windy twists and turns,
spiralling up and up through the Great Dividing Range in the misty drizzle, at a speed of 30kph.
Comes lunch time, and as if by magic, a sign
appears: 'picnic area'. A Godsend when there are hardly any passing places
along the road. As we glanced at the spot from the road, Gen had some doubts.
The access is a rough downhill track, slightly slippery. Shall we make it
back up? However, it leads to a nice spot of shingle river beach, just
right for a picnic.
We take note of a sign saying beware of crocs, and
have a few misgivings when we park on shingle back from the water's edge. After
lunch, we start to turn to leave in a circle, but swing a bit wide to allow a
4wd to pass. Wham, the front wheels dig in and we are stuck in croc
country.
The other car stops and a young bloke jumps out to
attach a cable from his winch to our van's rear. A bit of manoeuvring
and a bit of burnt rubber and we are on our way again. What luck, a passing 4wd
had a winch at the right place and time! What's the likelihood for that?
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