We parked up by the Surf Club and the beach was a whole 2 minutes walk away at most. The beach was sandy and seemed to stretch on for miles and miles. It was just so breathtakingly awesome – a word that we rarely used before moving to Australia but now seems to be used to describe pretty much anything and everything.
The thing we always do when first hitting the beach is to double check the Beach Report to see what the conditions are like – any sign of jelly fish, the temperature, rip-tides, that kind of thing. Then its on to exploring and setting up base camp and our adventure for the day! We were at the beach with some lovely friends of ours who have similarly aged kids, so all the young ones were soon off on their adventures hunting for goodness knows what.
As well as mile upon mile of gorgeous sandy beach, there was also a local creek that created a natural lagoon. This is perfect for younger kids who would like to have a paddle but may get a little scared by the shifting tides when in the sea. It was warmer than the sea, and just got warmer and warmer as the day went on and by the end it felt like a lovely bath but without the bubbles! This isn't to say that the sea was cold. Far from it. Even though we're heading in to Autumn, the sea was still 25 degrees.
SS Dicky' is a pretty awesome (that word again!) sight all on it's own. Its very surreal to look at the wreck and you can imagine what it once must have looked like. All that is left now is a rusted shell of the original hull. Our eldest was asking so many questions about it like "when did it sink, was it yesterday?", "why did it sink?", "what happened to everyone on board, did they all die?" (death being the normal subject matter of a seven-year-old). Considering the boat was beached I'm assuming everyone made it off alive and a quick google search tells me that the boat was beached in 1893 – so only 120 years ago!
Hubby and our eldest spent most of the time in the sea, body boarding and riding the huge waves. Luckily there no rip tides yesterday – and these seem to be more prevalent on the more popular Kings Beach in Caloundra. I stayed with our youngest who loved either splashing in the lagoon or boarding down the sand dunes – and that's when she wasn't being buried in the sand on the beach! We must have spent a good 4 hours on the beach just playing, chasing and generally exploring and having fun before the kids even thought about food. So we just decamped back to the picnic benches and BBQs (completely free, just like the parking) to feed the masses and stop them complaining, and then we headed back to the beach for a bit, the sun had already gone but it wasn't pitch black yet and it was just beautiful! Or, as our seven year old would have us believe, it was awesome.