After our three days at Deepwater NP, we headed north towards the holiday towns of Agnes Water and Seventeen Seventy. The road north out of Deepwater is 4WD-only and a bit sandy, making for a nice cushy drive out… 🙂
I didn’t really know what to expect of the coastal towns of Agnes Water and Seventeen Seventy, other than that a couple of people had raved to me about them, but I didn’t expect insanely busy holiday towns! It reminded me of Philip Island in Victoria over Christmas/January, there were sooo many cars and people…
Agnes Water seemed a pleasant sort of spot for a beach holiday but I honestly struggled to see what was so fabulous about it that it would make the 430 km drive from the Sunshine Coast worth it. There’s nothing wrong with it, it’s got tons of holiday accommodation, a patrolled safe-swimming beach, little shops and cafes, fishing and boating, fantastic weather… kind of what I’ve got on the Sunshine Coast (minus the stingers)! 🙂 So I’m just not sure I’d want to drive six hours for it. But perhaps it’s really different in the off-season and we didn’t see it at its best.
Seventeen Seventy is all about boating and fishing (which I must say I find incredibly boring) but it seemed a bit more laid back and picturesque than Agnes Water. It’s named after Lieutenant James Cook who supposedly landed there in May 1770, his first time in Queensland and so making it the “birthplace of Queensland”.
A pie, and fuel and water container refills later, we were on our way to Eurimbula National Park, a mere 25 km away from Agnes Water. The plan was to stay two nights. Since we couldn’t get permits for the same camping area, we camped at Middle Creek and then Eurimbula Creek, neither of which impressed, unfortunately. 🙁
Middle Creek is all about boating, and as I discovered on this trip, the boating/fishing and camping people are a different kinda crowd here… They struck me as somewhat… buffoonish. I just say… very loud music blaring, generators, and if you’re lucky a nod of greeting. Or not.
The next morning we packed up fairly early and moved to the Eurimbula Creek camping area.
Since Eurimbula Creek was entirely mozzie-infested, the husband, the great mozzie magnet, ended up spending the best part of the day inside the tent. Whilst he was wrapped into a long-sleeve shirt, long pants, socks and shoes, I was boiling in my bikini… and still he managed to get so bitten that his hands and wrists were swollen to almost double the normal size. And yes, he also used insect repellent but these biters were something of a different kind! Needless to say that we left very early the next morning and it wasn’t his most enjoyable camping experience.