Anchored at Hinchinbrook Island in a quiet still mangrove creek with the only sounds the mud popping and cracking, the majestic mountains hang imperious and glorious with peaks, swathes, saddles and ridge lines. Trying to drink in, hold onto and deeply absorb for later use the peace and serenity of the slow moving life all around us.
And oh yes! We also saw a croc - yeh!