
Lake Cootharaba is a broad shallow lake which forms the entrance to the Upper Noosa River. Despite a length of 10km and a width of about 5km, it is never much more than a metre deep. The winds that whip its surface, especially in the afternoons, make it a popular spot for sailing and windsurfing. A short paddle across the northern perimeter of the lake soon brought us to channels lined with mangrove swamps and scatterings of remnant rainforest. As we began to negotiate the twists and turns of 'The Narrows' we found ourselves transported to another world.

Occasionally the stillness was broken by other groups of paddlers. Greetings were shared with foreign tourists in hired canoes, and blokes fishing from aluminium dinghies as they put-putted upstream. We were a novelty in our wooden kayaks. Every second person commented on our craft and wanted to chat about their construction. It felt like I was paddling with a celebrity - Joel, the wooden boat builder! And although offhand in accepting praise, I think secretly he must be pretty chuffed at all the looks of admiration.
We had intended a leisurely morning of paddling followed by an afternoon spent lazing in the hammock, but on reaching our turn-around point at 9am it felt as though the day had only just begun. We resolved to continue upriver for another hour or so and walk to the Cooloola Sandpatch.

On reaching the sandpatch we were greeted with a panoramic views extending from the sea to the mountains, taking in the lakes and meandering tributaries of the Noosa River. The huge sand blow-out shimmers like snow on a clear blue day and makes it virtually impossible to get a sense of scale. With the early afternoon sun beating down on us we were satisfied with a brief exploration of the dunes, before a welcome respite under blackbutt trees where we enjoyed the leftover rogan josh from last night's dinner. And thus, with a growing sense of urgency we realised that another 25km by foot and by boat separated us from the comforts of the hammock at Elanda Point.

Heading in a south-westerly direction we were tormented by a powerful cross-wind which tossed our rudderless boats in all directions. I knew it was only 4.5km to our lovely campsite. I knew that the lake was no more than waist deep and I could wade along the shore if needs be. But I didn't want to give up now. The waves were so close together that my kayak would sit in a trough with a crest at either end and appear to be completely stationary. It took all the power left in my tired shoulders to correct the line of the boat and keep it on course. Within sight of the sandy shore it all got too much for me and I succumbed to tears and fury. The blustery wind continued undisturbed by my frustrated cries and ineffectual paddle strokes.
Then, all of a sudden I entered the sheltered bay at Elanda. The breeze became gentler, the water smoother and my temper calmed. We made it! After dragging the boats up the beach I collapsed into the water, exhausted and happy. It was a much bigger day than I'd anticipated. In total, some 38km of flatwater paddling, a 12km walk, and memories of a wonderful day on the river. I was left with the well-earned pleasure of flopping into my hammock with a good book and thus enjoying the last of the evening light.

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