A couple of days ago we were rolling around outside the Gold Coast Seaway with a very unpleasant following sea. I commented to Andrew how nice it would be to be in enclosed waters again.
Three days at Southport YC saw our new computer battery arrive and we were ready to move on.
We were looking forward to spending a few days investigating the anchorages of the Broadwater. A gentle short passage had us sliding past the McMansions of Hope Island to the more rustic South Stradbroke Island.
A dinghy ride put us in touch with the catarmaran ‘Zolibato’ with whom we had sailed from Yamba to Byron Bay then on to the Gold Coast. It’s nice to put names to the voices you hear on the radio. ‘Zolibato had also had an interesting experience at Camden Haven, theirs on leaving the anchorage.
On the trip back to Fling we passed this sad reminder to be fire-safe onboard. Apparently it caught fire just a few weeks ago and charcoal still litters the beach.
It seemed we had found a quiet paradise.
Until the clouds came over, the wind picked up and the rain came down. All night, and most of the next day.
By lunchtime the next day we had had enough and headed off towards Main Passage, but alas, not enough tide. Another squally rainy night at anchor off Tulleen Island then we headed off again.
Still not enough tide! After grounding and spending some time waving the ever present tinnies to slow down, then thanking them for not grinding our keel in deeper with their wake we released Fling and anchored to the edge of the passage where we watched the water creep up the channel marker. Never so many thank you’s in one morning! Despite adhering to the correct tide times, the channel depths have altered significantly since the recent floods. Cruising guides can only remain a rough guide, as can chartplotters.
Eventually we picked or way through, map in hand and one eye on the depth gauge. By now the charm of the Broadwater had completely vanished, this was no longer a restful waterway, it now felt like our own private prison!
In the late afternoon we entered the waters of Moreton Bay. The sun came out, and vast stretches of open, deep water sparkled before us! We found ourselves suddenly relishing the challenge of wide open spaces again!
We will spend a week here at RQYS awaiting the imminent arrival of our niece’s second child. RQYS seems to be a welcoming and well resourced club, and the weather?