After a few days hanging out at the Bundaberg Port Marina, we sailed 40 miles west across Hervey Bay to the north end of Fraser Island. A pretty rolly sail had Sally wishing she'd downed a Paihia Bomb before heading off. Things picked up with Matt catching a spotted mackerel, which turned out to be pretty tasty (similar to a Spanish mackerel, or Wahoo).
We dropped anchored at Platypus Bay, and went ashore for a walk in the sinkiest sand we'd ever come across. Seemed like quick sand, except our feet stopped sinking about six inches down. Low tide didn't help the situation. The walk was pretty challenging, but we were definitely in need of a decent work out.
Not a platypus in sight, but quite a few turtles bobbing around.
The next day we headed south, spending a few days making our way through the Great Sandy Strait, which separates Fraser Island from the mainland. No time for slacking, as plenty of concentration was required to follow all the navigation leads, as the Strait is extremely shallow in places - so shallow we could only get through certain sections at high tide.