After climbing that mountain and sleeping in my sweaty clothes inside a giant garbage bag, I was desperately in need of a swim. So, I went camping. Again.
First, drive a little way south along the Bruce Highway. The East Coast has a thin alluvial plain between the sea and the mountains, looking somewhat like this. There's sugar cane here, but often also bananas, lychees, pineapples, and cattle.
Then to a place called Murray falls, which I remembered from my last time up here. This is probably about 50 metres high. Remember, this is the end of the dry season.
A few silly drongos had managed to kill themselves here, by jumping off cliffs into the pools at the bottom of the falls, so anywhere near the falls was fenced off with big signs saying VERBOTEN!!!
So I only had to share these areas with about a dozen other people, and all the grey-haired nay-sayers could stare disapprovingly from behind the safety fence.
View from the top, looking out over the valley.
And past a few more signs, upstream from the falls, was this lovely swimming hole, plenty deep, and since crocs can't climb waterfalls, the only danger here was flying sharks.
