I’ve been going
mountain biking a
bit recently with a friend who I met through sailing, and we have obviously been
chatting during our rides. This has led to the discovery of more interests in
common, including kayaking.
Owen had a spare kayak, and I asked
if I could borrow it for a trip to Magnetic Island I hope to make with another
friend in the future. Being safety-minded, Owen wouldn’t let me out on the sea
in the kayak without being sure that I was competent. I didn’t mind too much,
as I respected him taking responsibility in this way, but it was a little
frustrating that he didn’t believe I could kayak properly…
Meeting up at his place early in
the morning so that we would have the best chance to see wildlife, we got the
kayaks strapped onto his trolley wheels and walked them down the suburban roads
to the riverway path, and along to a suitable launch site.
Launching under a road bridge between
two weirs about 4kms apart, we had a decent flat expanse of river to explore.
Heading upriver initially, we kayaked past the beautiful waterlilies hosting
little jacana birds.
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A jacana from further downstrem |
We saw river turtles basking on
logs.
I spotted some magpie geese with
their tiny brown goslings – unfortunately the little goslings didn’t show too
well as my waterproof camera doesn’t perform well in low light, but you can just about make them out as tiny brown blobs at the water's edge, around the feet of the rearmost goose.
Being early, wallabies hadn’t yet
been disturbed and they watched us with caution from the riverbank.
We watched egrets fishing
And then we were at the upriver
weir.
More beautiful water flowers were
here
We crossed to the other riverbank
for the downstream journey, to see what else we could spot.
In the end though competitive
nature got the best of us, and we paddled back down to the bridge at ‘a fitness
pace’. Having reached the bridge in good style, Owen suggested that we carry on
down to the other weir then back, as that way I would have paddled 8km and he
would feel better about my ability to paddle to Maggie Island. I think that he
was a bit miffed I had been able to keep up with him and that he wanted another
chance to beat me ;)
At the downstream weir there so many
little toad- or froglets – I hope they weren't the introduced
cane toads that have such a devastating effect on the native wildlife, although I fear that they were.
There was also a lot of litter
that had gathered there, and Owen collected a lot to clear it from the river. A
good deed indeed! That done, we returned to our start point and took the kayaks
back. What a lovely morning :)