After an enjoyable stay at Mallacoota we headed north to Greenwell Point at the mouth of the Crookhaven (Shoalhaven) River near Nowra NSW, and set up in the Coral Tree Lodge Caravan Park: 410 kilometres at a moving average of 77 kms per hour, with one stop for lunch.
Coral Tree Lodge caravan park does not offer salubrious accommodation, or particularly attractive caravan sites. It is basic, but it does meet the needs of its target market. As you might be able to guess from the “Notice Board” above, this park mainly caters for those who are into fishing from a boat.
When we booked our stay at Coral Tree Lodge Caravan Park we envisaged ocean and river views (not enough research – ocean is a few kms east of here). And at first glance the river was not exceedingly attractive, but there are things to see and like.
As at our previous two destinations, we were here to visit another part of the Gallagher family; and we had a good, but brief time catching up.
It was not far from Greenwell Point to the Crookhaven Light House, or at least that’s what we thought. After the 15 minute drive we found there was a steep, hour or more hike out to the end of the headland and back to even get a glimpse of it. We decided to leave the lighthouse for another day. We did see the Marine Rescue Base Station at the top of the headland about 1 km from the lighthouse and had a good view of the Crookhaven River meeting the sea.
The names Huskisson and Jervis Bay had been coming up in our conversations for a while and since neither of us had seen the area for several years we headed off to reacquaint ourselves.
After checking out the beach, the town and the “Husky” pub, the next stop was the white sands of Hyams Beach a few kilometres south of “Husky”.
Apparently the Guinness Book of Records reports Hyams Beach as having the whitest sand in the world.
It is surprising the sand stays so white at Hyams Beach when the creek, that flows through the sand to the sea, is so brown.
Meanwhile, back at the camp the Pelicans are practicing their synchronised swimming.
And after tiring of that, they came ashore to dry off.
One of our camping friends reportedly built a complete path at his country home by collecting rocks from everywhere he travelled. So John, did you really take rocks from here?
Well, we’ve had a good holiday and now its time to fly. See you next time.