Nestled in the heart of Wongi State Forest is the dark, tranquil water of the Wongi Waterholes and our first campground in QLD. The waterhole’s banks are lined with bull rushes and native trees whose reflection is mirrored by the tannin stained waters.

Reflections in the water

The illegal swing

The tannin-steeped water, a common occurrence in South East QLD, is black to look at; however, it is sign posted that you can swim, but no diving.

The camping area is separate from the day use areas, although we stayed mid week so there weren’t many fellow campers and no one using the day use areas, nice and peaceful.

I really wish we had our kayaks still; a paddle would have been bliss. To be able to drift and weave around the bends and through the waterholes with nothing but trees and animal life for company.

Reflections in the water

Speaking of animals. On the first night our thongs went missing. Hubby asked me why I threw them away from the tent. “Why would I throw them?” I asked.  We walked out to where we could see my bright red thongs with pretty red bows and immediately I noticed that half a bow was missing, chewed off and lying next to the thong. Hubby’s thongs were a little further out and one had a big chunk taken out as well. The next day we saw a dingo in the camping area. Mystery solved.

A Dingo Ate My Thongs