Next morning, we woke to find the catamaran had gone,
heading south with the tide. The Cove was beautiful with a nice white sandy
beach and a huge fat boab tree in the center.
This was the Ivy tree, with the name of the pearling lugger
“Ivy” and the date “19-10-1890”.
After a quick look at the Ivy tree (No boardwalk around this
one as that government guy must have copped so much shit for installing the
Mermaid one), we headed off on the flood tide towards the Hunter river about
twenty-six miles away.
After rounding Hardy Point there was enough wind to raise
the sails and we managed to sail the rest of the way into the spectacular
Hunter river where we dropped the pick three and a half miles upstream.
Along the way we saw a large pod of dolphins and they rode
the bow wave for a while before taking off.
The Hunter river is famous for its huge high rugged red
canyon walls and is swarming with crocodiles. There was a strong easterly blowing
and when the tide was coming in it made the sea stand up with high waves,
although we were quite sheltered for the night up against the canyon wall.
Track Sirocco’s
progress
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