Aiming to complete the final sections of the Atherton Tablelands, we shot down the east coast.  Being late departing Palm Cove, we camped at the Babinda Rotary Club which was a vast area filled with grey nomads also looking for a free spot to stay for the night.  With the luxury of being so small we reversed into a gap and tucked in for the evening.

We had a few days up our sleeves so we continued a little further down to Josephine Falls.  A small 1.2km walk took us to the top section of the falls where swimming was prohibited.  After seeing so many waterfalls, we weren’t tiring with the sights we continued to discover.  On the walk back a path took us to a swimming hole where there was a natural wide waterslide.  As icy cold as it was, we still had a crack!  Around the corner we found a camp at Golden Hole.  With our croc mates still in the area, swimming was also prohibited here.  Besides this, we had a great spot on the grass to watch the sunset over the mountains with the luxury of bottled red wine.

The following day took us back to Babinda and we found a magical tourist destination, The Babinda Boulders.  Arriving early we camped 200m away from the main area.  Prime position had us on grass with only a handful of other campers around and a small walk to a river when in need of a cool off.  This was a great spot to spend a couple of days.

A sad discovery during that morning was the loss of the camera!  Our number one wingman had sadly been left behind at Golden Hole.  Karma was definitely on our side as we shot back and met a couple of friendly backpackers that spotted us searching for it in the grass.  Fortunately they found it the night before and were excited for our companion to be reunited with us!

We quickly discovered that Babinda was one of the wettest towns in Australia with a ridiculous average rainfall of around 15m.  Before this discovery Mark had pulled Brook out to do a bit more work and she was looking prime.  That evening she was soaked as the rain didn’t let off even up until the minute we left.

It was finally time to pack up after ticking these last two places off to complete the Atherton Tablelands.  Dripping wet back in her tub, Brook was on the roof as we burnt back to Cairns.  Another strike of luck lead to blue skies at our new destination to dry things out.  We used the Cairns Holiday Park as our new home.  The next week we were to find ourselves in a classroom again, learning how to dive on the Great Barrier Reef…