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Endeavour River


We soon arrive at Cooktown the Northern most destination of our tour.  What a pretty spot it is by the river and the sea.

This is where Captain Cook took refuge to repair his ship the Endeavour after putting a hole in it on the reef back at Cape Tribulation.

In the late 1960s they found the anchor and cannons that they jettisoned to stay afloat while they limped to safe harbour.  One of the cannons and the anchor are now kept in the museum at Cooktown  and in the park there is a monument and a statue of Cook.

I loved Cooktown.  We are going to linger a while here.







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  1. That looks amazing, what a view. No wonder Cook choose that spot to get wrecked. I would linger longa too.

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    1. Cook is certainly is top of mind when visiting here. It is still quite unspoilt so relatively easy to imagine his time in the river doing repairs.

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  2. It's a very green view after the savannah plains.

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    1. The man at Coolah told us Cooktown was worth the effort. I am glad we took his advice.

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