It all began at… Lake Cootharaba, renowned for its tendency to provide a head wind, regardless of your direction of travel, lived up to its reputation. The relentless gale blew, as we canoed along her shores, and made every morsel consumed from then on, feel well-earned. Overcoming this obstacle first up, meant sailing through the Noosa Everglades felt like a dream. Our canoes rafted up, drifting purely with the force of the breeze on our Twister Mat we were using as a sail. The day was still young, as we stretched our legs out on the walk to watch the sunset over the Cooloola Sand patch. Many gasps were heard as we admired the bright stars on the night paddle back to camp. The last day finished with a calmer pace, a shorter paddle to Harry’s Hut followed by some Yoga, an opportunity for reflection, and more delicious food. Revived and rejuvenated by good company, and beautiful scenery, we headed home.