After Toowoomba, we headed north in the vague direction of Rockhampton. After a few hours driving, we pulled off at a caravan park near Bjelke Petersen Dam. Given his impact on Australian Politics in my youth it seems appropriate to run into the name in Queensland.
Bjelke Petersen Dam is on the road to Goomeri
The spot it a favourite for fishermen – the urinal in the men’s toilet features a catch limit poster – but also has many family groups. It was a pleasant spot and the first camp where we did not run the heater at all.
Hungry visitors to our caravan
On the following morning, we had some visitors checking for food.
Just as we were leaving the Brunswick River, I rescued a poor little froggy who was hiding under the wheels of the caravan. I popped it onto the car bonnet to keep it from being crushed and to get a photo. I have since realised that it was our first cane toad. Fortunately, I have not come out in a rash or had weird dreams from touching him.
“I own you and your car, your caravan and your dog. I am merciful though and will leave you a reserve to live on”
I am sure rescuing cane toads is on par with getting involved with foreign wars, so I expect to face the full force of the law on my return,
