Rain, cows, and goats

Well, we find ourselves a bit behind in keeping up with blogging. Lots of stories percolating, but this one will have to do for now. Currently we are in Airlie Beach and on our way to Eungalla National Park hopefully to finally see some platypuses (I prefer to call them platapi).

We spent about forty-eight hours camping in the rainforest a few hours from Cairns. For thirty-six of those hours it rained. At least the forest delivers on its promises. Everything was green and beautiful.

Following the highway a bit further we suddenly burst from dense rainforest to the most rolling, majestic cow pastures I have ever seen. Did Massachusetts look like this before it regrew all of the forests?

This led us to some of the best cheeses (and cheese cake) we’ve ever had. Some of the locals though were a bit crass and rude about letting us use their roads:

Eventually we snuck by him, but somehow I think those horns are for more than show, because he definitely wasn’t concerned about our car.