I yawned as I took a bite from my toast.
It was day 140 of our 2011-2012 round-the-world trip, and our family of three were on an interstate journey from Gold Coast, Queensland to Sydney, New South Wales — transported by an old beat-up, borrowed Ford Festiva which we lovingly named Gumby after that clay humanoid it shares the same color with. Stuffed in Gumby's trunk are our measly belongings which we moved out of the artist's cabin by the beach where we lived for a month and a half. Belongings which will travel with us for 140 more days, across 5 other continents.
I gathered from the way he told his adventures that he's not slowing down anytime soon. His lust for life is burning. I wondered if hubby and I will be like that in three decades' time. Roughing it in our golden years? I cringed at the thought.
After eating (and pulling Luna away from Chris' nine ancient broken phones she was playing with), Chris led us down the outdoor deck to their murky private pool. Not for a swim, but to exit the rear gate that has an access to the Lighthouse Beach Rainforest Reserve. Yes, the forest is their backyard.
But wait... There's more! A long stretch of beach is also nearby. Chris gave detailed instructions on how to get to it, which I mapped in my head, before waving a catch-ya-later. And off we went.
We finally noticed the lighthouse perched on a headland while we were strolling on the shore. I couldn't believe it's a real lighthouse. It's the teensiest, cutest I've seen. Ever! There's a staircase leading up to Tacking Point (named so by Mathew Flinders in 1802 while sailing and tacking his to the coast) and the climb's relatively no sweat.
No whales, no surfers for us to gaze at that late morning though. Just the beaches and the Tacking Point Lighthouse. And they, along with our host (plus the Koala Hospital we were to visit at noon), were enough to make our pit stop in Port Macquarie worthwhile.
Oh, did I mention that Tacking Point Lighthouse is cute?
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