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Fraser Island - Central Station




Fraser Island is a World Heritage sand island.  It has forests, lakes, sandy beaches and crystal clear streams.  It is a big island 123 kms long and 22 kms wide and you must have a 4WD to traverse the sandy tracks.

Rather than attempt unaccustomed driving in the sand we took a tour but had the misfortune of being the last passengers to board our bus which put us at the very back and resulted in a VERY uncomfortable jarring ride.  The roads were bad due to recent heavy rains.

Our first port of call was Central Station where there was once a timber camp. Lots of beautiful tall trees with staghorns and elkhorns growing among them.  And a walk beside the beautiful clear stream, you can see an eel in the middle shot.

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  1. For a sand island it's very lush and green.

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  2. I've only been to Fraser Island once and I absolutely loved it.
    I will never forget the perfectly clear streams - particularly the one that ran out to the ocean.
    I swam in that one - in my top 10 swims of all time.
    (now I'm thinking of wonderful swims during my life).

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    1. If I had been a kid you would have seen me in that super clear water too.

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