Dad hopped the bus to Borders for a few hours…Mom and I hit the beach. We took our snorkel stuff down to Clovelly Bay. The water was a little choppy, and we quickly realized that our snorkels—which we purchased years ago, from a Wal-mart in Hawaii—were not as good as the ones they gave us on the boats in Cairns. Also, the water was full of people. So we packed up our stuff and crossed the parking lot to Gordon’s Bay, which was listed in Mom’s tour guide book, but also was much more dangerous—very few people, no lifeguards, and we had to launch ourselves from some rocks and swim away fast enough that the waves did not bash us back against them. But once out in the bay, we saw lots of coldwater fish, including some bottomfeeders. Not as beautiful as Cairns, of course, but Mom did see one of the famous huge blue gropers, so that was all right. We fought our way through messy surf and seaweed onto the tiny ratty beach at the far end of the Bay, hiked back, and went home.
We went to Arthur’s Pizza for dinner—not nearly as good as that strange Greek place up in Cairns. Then Mom and Dad packed. Early to bed. We were all a little mopey.
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