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The Palm Islands

25/7/2014

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PictureDora the Dinghy takes a rest on Orpheus Island.
The Palm group lies north of Townsville, and the Aboriginal settlement on Palm Island itself was quite recently regarded as the most violent place in Australia. We'd been warned about having everything stolen, and all sorts of horror stories. But, as we've found in other places around the world, the worst warnings tend to come from those who've never actually been there. 
We anchored in Casement Bay, dinghied ashore and had a wander around the township, ate some takeaway food, stocked up a little in the Supermarket, and made our way back to the beach. Where we found our dinghy intact and untouched, and of course the boat untouched when we clambered back onboard. 
Whilst ashore, people had pointed out different shops to us and generally we felt welcome and not intimidated at all.

From there, it was on to Fantome Island and an anchorage in the Northern end of Juno Bay, out front of what had once been a leper colony. An interesting place for a walk, and on the eastern side of the spit dividing Orpheus and Fantome Islands, there was an amazing beach with big mounds of bleached coral. 
It's interesting that the Queensland Government established the Palm Island Aboriginal Settlement, intended for displaced mainland blackfellas, between a Leper colony and a bombing practice range.

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Fantome (Eumilli) Island Coral mounds.
After a comfortable night's sleep, and getting into the rhythm of cruising again, we had just finished a big, leisurely breakfast and were relaxing in the cockpit, sheltering from a strong SE wind and threatening skies. Until Mary noticed that our dinghy wasn't there. It had broken free, and was sailing off by itself 100 metres away, heading for the channel, and New Guinea if I didn't catch it. "SWIM!!!!!" shouted Mary. Ummmm. Me? With a bellyful of pancakes and coffee, I leaped into the water and took off after it. I couldn't help but think of the newspaper article, "Torquay man drowns chasing rubber dinghy in Barrier Reef drama" or words to that effect. But fortunately, I caught up to her, clambered aboard and putted slowly back to the boat against the chop. Phew.
Onwards from there the next day, to a beautiful mooring in Pioneer Bay on Orpheus Island, where we had a relaxed couple of nights and made sure we were more diligent in attaching the dinghy to the stern of the big boat.
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The weather started to turn against us a little, and as we were planning an entry into the Hinchinbrook channel, we chose to wait for an extra day or two until the tides were right for a hazard-free passage. 
Which we had, with a tail wind and pouring rain as we approached the mighty, brooding heights of Hinchinbrook Island. A fascinating, spooky place that's protected against tourist development, with a spectacular, sheltered channel between the island and the mainland.
We'd been warned about the plagues of mosquitos and sandflies in the creek anchorages, but with the downpour of rain we were experiencing, the bugs stayed away. We nosed up into the mangroves of Gayundah Creek for the night, carefully inspecting the banks for crocodile sign. I made an attempt to catch a fish, imagining that they'd be jumping voluntarily onto the boat to escape the crocs, but no such luck. Even the mud crab net failed to score. 
But it was an amazingly calm night's sleep, despite the rain, and we made an early departure in the morning with an awesome sunrise in keeping with the grandeur of Hinchinbrook. Jurassic Park, indeed.

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Hinchinbrook Dawn
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To Mourilyn Harbour from Townsville.
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Just another classic sunset.
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Mary discovers that life on Dunk Island isn't too bad.
Onwards from the natural grandeur of Hinchinbrook and to the once-was-a-resort on Dunk Island. A great sail in beautiful weather, arriving in the mid afternoon. 
Wrecked by the last cyclone, the resort is being slowly rebuilt, but in the meantime, the chef runs a little bar on a sand spit on nice days. Making the quick trip ashore, we were greeted by some happy day-trip customers, and welcomed ashore in fine style. Within minutes we were served up a big platter of freshly caught local prawns and icy cold Coronas. Yum.
Unfortunately the weather deteriorated again the next day, the bar was closed, and we alternated between riding out the chop on the anchor and walking the bush tracks of the island in the rain.
Another day on, and it was off to the shelter of Mourilyn Harbour. We were hit with a nasty squall on the way, but managed to find a wonderfully protected, but shallow anchorage in the river. We slept like zombies in calm, still water.
Now, having sailed the stretch to Dunk Island from Townsville, I would have to say that it compares pretty favourably with the Whitsundays, as a cruising ground, but without the crowds. A big call, but it's a magical stretch of the coast.
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Escaping Townsville.

19/7/2014

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I was beginning to feel quite attached to Townsville, after several trips there during the Summer to maintain the boat. There were two cyclone warnings, for Cyclone Dylan and Cyclone Ita, both of which missed Townsville, but Ita created some considerable havoc further to our North.
During the extended layover, I had our troublesome exhaust system comprehensively sorted, and had two, 150W solar panels mounted on top of the bimini. Electrical issues were an ongoing drama in Townsville, and beyond, and we were still sorting them out in Darwin several months later. Without the patient help of our friend Colin Grazules, we'd probably still be in Townsville.

I had one false start at leaving Townsville with a friend, Mick Flynn, and we were testing the boat out on a lovely, sunny day. Heading for Rattlesnake Island, a pleasant day-sail away, sun shining, perfect breeze, heeled over nicely, and Mick happened to be reading Alan Lucas's Cruising Guide. 
"Oh, that's interesting. Rattlesnake Island's the centre of the Air Force's live firing range.....ummmm....do you think we should check on that?" So I called the local Coast Guard who advised us to do an immediate U-Turn. A very quick U-Turn. Immediately!!!!
And we headed back a bit sheepishly to the safety of the anchorage in Horseshoe Bay on Magnetic Island, which is a great little spot anyway. Then, the solar panels stopped working and it was back to Townsville again.
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Townsville Yacht Club.
I felt sorry for Mick, the pleasant week's cruise I'd promised him didn't quite work out, and he flew back to Victoria after just a couple of days on the water. Such is life with a boat! 
Meanwhile, Mary and I detoured a little, for a long-promised holiday in Morocco, (which was terrific, and another story) and it was just a week or so after our return that we finally made it back to Townsville again. Another departure from Townsville, and after a night on the anchor at Magnetic Island, the fridge packed it in. Back to Townsville!
Colin Grazules stepped aboard again and after a few more days in port, we were finally ready to go. Off to Rattlesnake Island! This time, I'd carefully checked that Bombing Season was over, and we had a pleasant cruise and a peaceful night on the anchor. Weren't inspired to go ashore though in case we inadvertently stepped on any live bombs that the Air Force misplaced.
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