Turning 50 on Moreton Island


Since our first sail went off without a hitch (ie, we didn’t sink), our confidence was boosted a little, so we decided to head off for 2 nights at Moreton Island. We set sail once again, but once again, the the wind abandoned us and we were left with no choice but to motor over to the island. We made it to the sand hills without any trouble and practised our anchoring skills in shallow waters. The water was so beautiful and clear we could actually see the sandy bottom!

To say that there is an abundance of wildlife in Moreton Bay would be an understatement. On our way over, we gate-crashed hundreds of Blue Blubber parties. They are everywhere, covering every square metre of water – some quite big, and some teeny tiny babies who tumble in the teeny tiny waves of our bow.

Once we were anchored, we hopped in the dinghy and went to shore with many sightings of starfish below along the way. We went for a climb up the small sand hills and made it to what we think was the top, feeling as though we’d just run a marathon. Sand dune climbing is hard work, so we decided to forego the big sand hills. At the top, we had a full 360 degree view. It was gorgeous. It was a great feeling to look out to Moreton Bay and see our boat anchored there alone (it was winter) and to realise that we OWNED her and that this was only the beginning of our “cruising holiday” careers.
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