Dec 03, 2004
Nov 31, 2005
Not to disgust everyone stuck in cold climes right now, but it seems like every entry I have a new, and better, beach experience to talk about. The campground we were staying at in Sawtell had a little sandy path up between the trees that came out on this protected lagoon, separated by a sandbank from the roar of the surf on the beach; and it had a central sandbank, too, which we waded out to and then leapt into the warm, salty lagoon; so salty that I could float without moving for fifteen minutes at a time. It was just deep enough to actually swim, but not so deep that we couldn't wade across without getting our bags wet. And, as usual in Australia, it was empty of other visitors. The Australians are spoiled by their endless numbers of perfect beaches.
Last week the Conservation Volunteers Australia group-me, John, Donny, Helen and Mandy, the daughter of the guy who runs the Port Macqaurie leg of CVA-were put up for three days in a campground in Sawtell, just south of Coffs Harbour. Our new assignment was to pull weeds for a lovely family, the Elks, who own a large tract of bush that has just been designated a wildlife refuge. They had us over for a big feast one night after work and when I mentioned that I wasn't sure what I was doing for Christmas, Susan, the head of the house, said, "Well you'll want to have a Christmas with a family! Why don't the three of you (Donny, John and I) come and stay here? We've got a giant tent we can pitch for you out back and we'll feed, wine and dine you for the weekend." To which generous offer we could do nothing but say "Oh, God, yes, thank you very much." The family have a son and daughter the same age as the three of us, and Susan is a wonderful cook; for a Christmas away from home, you couldn't ask for a better place to welcome us in