Day 6, Thursday March 21st Evans Head to Palm Beach
We catch the sunrise over the river mouth and watch the prawn trawlers heading out to sea. There are a few showers as we approach Byron Bay, it seems we are heading towards the last of the wet season as each day is warm but with showers.
Byron Bay still has its hippy charm, there’s even a whiff of incense in the air. Outside the National Bank there is an old man reading a young woman’s palm, sitting on milk crates he talks eloquently with his hands, ah Byron please don’t change.
At last, the Pacific Highway is duplicated again. We pass through green valleys of sugar cane before reaching the mad gaggle of population at Tweed Heads.
The Palm Beach Caravan Park is on the Gold Coast Highway at Palm Beach. Due to the season, the park is only half full. As we’re here to surprise Woody’s brother Woody the Elder for his 70th birthday it is perfectly located. After lunch we realise that the time zone has changed and the i phones have not, this causes much confusion until everything is back in sync an hour later. We meet our neighbours and we’re greeted with “my name is Wendy, he’s Godfrey, his friends call him God, I call him Fred, no man deserves to be called God”.
In the evening, we pick up our sister in law ‘the very good golfer’ and surprise Woody the Elder at his work. Much to his disappointment, we leave him to work his nightshift whilst we go out for a great dinner at the Tallebudgera Surf Lifesaving Club. It rains heavily overnight.
Towing Kms: 131Kms
2022 Note: The highway doesn’t wind through the hills behind Byron Bay anymore. Nowadays a fast and efficient freeway bypasses most of the towns between the Gold Coast and Coffs Harbour.
The Palm Beach Caravan Park is no longer, the land being much too expensive on The Goldie.
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