I stole a lot, actually. Of SAND. I've never had so much sand appear in my life. I couldn't even rub in sunscreen (except I did anyway, so don't worry) because it felt like I was scrubbing myself with sandpaper.I know it's called the Great Sandy Island. But still.
Today was the final day - so I got to sit up front in the truck. Which meant a front-row seat of the pitted, rough Fraser Island tracks. Nearly hit my head on the roof a couple of times - seatbelts are nice in theory, but remarkably useless in action.
It DID afford me an upfront view of a dingo family, casually strolling along, looking for babies. (Only kidding, that story was totally made up.)
We saw the Hammerstone Sandblow, overlooking Lake Wabby - the sandiest of sandblows on a sand island. We trekked out to the beach for our last view of the 75 miles (er, 50-some odd miles) of beach highway. We hunted for turtle eggs (only to LOOK at them, don't think like that!) along the shores of Lake Birrabeen - but no luck. I hear they move pretty fast.
And then... we left. And our departure was graced with a beautiful, large arc of a rainbow.
And the colours were all upside down.
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