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Berowra Waters Kayak Hire

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by Kristy Horn (subscribe)
A freelance writer who lives at beautiful Lake Macquarie - owned by two adorable, very cheeky, spoooilt Labradors.
Published March 16th 2016
Two pinched fingers and a slightly roughed up thigh from the momentarily cumbersome load for the 55kg frame who can't quite keep up with the stronger one up front - who is like a bream on a beeline from a bull shark - and we're almost in - to double kayak the 'oar inspiring' Berowra Waters, an exquisite 'sip' from the extensive, jaw-dropping Hawkesbury River 'drink'. Two little "slow down" scoffs, a basic but well balanced 'boarding', a push off from the boat ramp wall and a perhaps 'planned' splash from behind and we're off.

A short walk from here with your hired kayak is required to launch from the boat ramp (next to pontoon).

We swish swash harmoniously past the exorbitant mooring line-up (and when I say we, I mean he) - just briefly - as I adjust my hat, straighten up my jacket and retrieve my dry bag. Just have a couple of pics to take. "I'll row in a minute" I promise as we're unintentionally antagonised by the relentless ferry. Just missed our chance to cross. But we're happy to wait. We're right where we want to be. Calmly exhilarated and after having rather promptly received our clearance to pass - we continue on our adventure, zigzagging through the sleepy, yet-to-be-aroused boats.

Exorbitant mooring line-up.


The Ferry.

It's an almost hard to describe place. Berowra Waters. It's beauty is quite unmatched. A big lover of natural simplicity - this place whispers sweet nothings in your ear as it gently 'strokes' your unknowingly yearning heart. "There there" it kindly obliges, wanting nothing in return. Perhaps just maybe respect. Just like the Aboriginals would have given. Back in the day. When it was theirs.

Natural simplicity.

A few steady strokes on and it's difficult not to imagine them pottering around as you look in on their landscape. She's a dead-set beauty. Let's pray she stays that way. We could well be paddling their once very possible daily route - us in our manufactured, plastic, bright blue number waywardly hunting for 'normality', them in a perhaps more aesthetically pleasing natural wooden canoe - constructively hunting for their night's dinner. A few k's in and I'm surprised at how shallow it is. We spot a boat load of family playing cricket on the sand flats way over. We decide to pull up. I can now feel Mr 'authoritative's' warm breath on my back, subtly warning me not to dismiss him (leave that hat on). We take a few selfies, have a swig of water and kick up our feet amongst the toad fish before setting off again. Alone. Fantastic.

Rest stop at sand flats.

The air smells real and pleasing, and apart from the swish of the paddle and a few donks with it against our mode of transport, there's mostly silence. Fair sized fish jump, funny looking birds with bright lanky legs scavenge about in the mangroves. The rat race somewhere 'just out there' mind numbingly, maybe even frivolously scampers on and leaves us far behind. Just what is around that corner my mind fantasises. Apparently Crosslands Camping Reserve is not too far off. We press on.

Monumentally sized corner escarpment.

The monumentally sized corner escarpment doesn't fail my excitable expectations. It exceeds them. Wow. Words may do no justice. The soon to be had cool relief from the unselfish overhanging mangroves lures me fancifully into a twinkling, ethereal spell as I duck and weave my head. We inquisitively spy the yellow tinged underwater happenings before swiftly enough stumbling upon the reserve and deciding to jump out to take a look (not too dissimilar to what Captain James Cook would have done we muse). If staying the day, and had we packed a picnic instead of having planned a bought lunch at the café, this place could gladly eat up some enjoyable, relaxed and picturesque hours.

Shady mangroves.

If you have the time, feel the steep history beneath your feet (on one of the many walking trails) as the dust kicks up sporadically, perhaps to remind you of just whose ground your feet are indeed treading.

With our curiosity somewhat slightly appeased for this time 'round, and a quick flick of watery toes, we row on back from whence we came. Day dreaming if money had have permitted (had our hot water system not died) we probably would have stayed overnight in one of the swanky bed and breakfasts on the river and travelled the upstream the following day. Next time.

Happy travels kindred spirits, this is what it's all about.
And this one's a beauty.

Double kayak hired for two hours from Berowra Waters Kayak Hire @ a cost of $50. A deposit of $50 is also required, payable at time of hire and refunded upon suitable return of kayak.

Sunscreen, hat and water bottle essential. A dry bag with your camera is a great idea. We had our own dry bag but if you don't, one may be borrowed upon hire.

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Why? A gentle 'stroke' for your unknowingly yearning heart
Phone: 0294567000
Where: 199 Bay Road, Berowra Waters, NSW, 2082
Cost: Varies
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