The bay of plenty

There’s no short­age of ad­ven­ture to be had (or not) at idyl­lic Port Stephens

Central and North Burnett Times - - ESCAPE - BY Clair Mor­ton

THERE’S a lot to be said for the hum­ble week­end get­away. Two or three nights away from the te­dium of rou­tine, and swap­ping obli­ga­tions with re­lax­ation or ad­ven­ture, or a mix of both, is an en­tic­ing prospect.

With week­end sched­ules cleared and a thirst for ad­ven­ture, my part­ner and I hit the Pa­cific Hwy on a Thurs­day night. Des­ti­na­tion: Port Stephens, just north of New­cas­tle.

Un­for­tu­nately, the 1974 Kombi we call our se­cond home is not the most pow­er­ful ve­hi­cle on the road.

So af­ter a freez­ing night spent on a road­side at Forster we fol­lowed the high­way south and an hour or so later found our­selves on the road into Port Stephens, with the prom­ise of whales and sand dune ad­ven­tures on the hori­zon.

With so much to see and do – on our way into town we saw ad­ver­tise­ments for paint­balling, div­ing, go-karts and SUPing – it is clear tourism is big busi­ness here.

But we soon dis­cov­ered the scenery, restau­rants and spas at Ra­mada Re­sort Shoal Bay were good enough to ig­nore all of that if you wanted to.

From the bal­cony of the spa­cious Her­itage room we checked into was the im­pres­sive vista of a calm bay filled with clear wa­ter, kissed by the win­ter sun and sur­rounded by moun­tain­ous is­lands and ter­rain.

Shoal Bay is just one of sev­eral beau­ti­ful bays in Port Stephens, but it is what lies in the open wa­ter that we were in­ter­ested in on our first day.

Leav­ing from Nel­son Bay twice a day, Moon­shadow TQC Cruises – one of two orig­i­nal whale-watch­ing op­er­a­tors and the largest in Port Stephens – has plenty of ex­pe­ri­ence get­ting tourists up close to the huge hump­back whales that pass the cen­tral NSW coast each year.

It also runs dol­phin tours, pri­vate char­ters and twi­light din­ner cruises, the last of which would beckon us back to Nel­son Bay the next night. But back to the whales.

“Over here,” some­one yelled from the star­board side of the Hinch­in­brook Ex­plorer, more af­fec­tion­ately known as Dora.

Two huge, un­mis­take­ably whale-shaped lumps rose from the depths. The skip­per fol­lowed the pair for a few min­utes be­fore the hump­backs de­cided they had had enough, draw­ing “ooohhs and aaahhs” from those on the boat as they dove down with a flick of their tail flukes.

Whale flukes, a vol­un­teer with the Whale and Dol­phin Con­ser­va­tion So­ci­ety told me later, are as unique as hu­man fin­ger­prints and of­ten used to iden­tify in­di­vid­u­als.

But it was the seals we en­coun­tered that were the real pleas­ant sur­prise. Cam­ou­flaged against the dra­matic rock for­ma­tions that make up the pop­u­lar dive spot Cab­bage Tree Is­land, the sleek loung­ing mam­mals lazily tilted their heads to­wards us as the 30-me­tre Su­per­cat came in close.

Fast for­ward two days, laz­ing on a rock was some­thing the more con­ser­va­tive part of me wished I was do­ing.

In­stead I found my­self in con­trol of an ATV for the first time in about 10 years, perched on the edge of the steep wall of a sand dune.

“Re­mem­ber, no brakes!” Sand Dune Ad­ven­tures’ lead tour guide Scott Newlin yelled as I psyched my­self up to take the plunge. I had been in a sim­i­lar place the day be­fore, but I was not driv­ing a quad bike and the drop was not this big.

I was seated com­fort­ably on a sand­board sup­plied by Port Stephens 4WD Tours, and in slid­ing down the hill was taken back to child­hood camp­ing trips on Strad­broke Is­land.

This mo­ment, though, evoked feel­ings more rem­i­nis­cent of driv­ing a car for the first time – a heady mix of con­fi­dence, fear

This mo­ment, though, evoked feel­ings more rem­i­nis­cent of driv­ing a car for the first time – a heady mix of con­fi­dence, fear and vul­ner­a­bil­ity.

and vul­ner­a­bil­ity. But the guides were highly ca­pa­ble.

I dropped down the dune, pick­ing up speed quickly as I kept my thumb on the ac­cel­er­a­tor, just as in­structed.

What a rush; the best pos­si­ble way to end an hour spent travers­ing the largest mov­ing sand dunes in the South­ern Hemi­sphere.

Hold­ing a spe­cial place in Abo­rig­i­nal cul­ture, the 4200ha Worimi Con­ser­va­tion Lands were a sight not to be missed – even pop su­per­star Beyonce in­cluded the dunes in one of her clips. But if sand is not your cup of tea, or you pre­fer to stay near town, take an evening walk to the sum­mit of the To­ma­ree Head­land look­out, be­tween Shoal Bay and neigh­bour­ing Fin­gal Bay. Pack a bot­tle of wine, and maybe a cheese plat­ter in a back­pack. Be­cause even if you are curs­ing this ad­vice as you sweat it out through the beau­ti­ful for­est track to reach the peak, the sun­set view is well worth the ef­fort. I prom­ise. The writer was a guest of Ra­mada Re­sort Shoal Bay and the op­er­a­tors.

Sand­board­ing fun at Anna Bay.

PHO­TOS: CON­TRIB­UTED

Look­ing over Zenith Beach from just one of the amaz­ing look­out spots at the top of Mt To­ma­ree.

PHO­TOS: CON­TRIB­UTED

◗ The Sand Dune Ad­ven­tures quad bike tour stops for a break on one of the high­est peaks of the Worimi sand dunes.

◗ A hump­back whale puts on a show for a Moon­shadow TQC cruise boat.

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