There was the first overseas travel to the UK.
Perhaps my first overseas trip for a youth conference in the US – I missed my 20th birthday crossing the International Dateline on our return trip. A pity it was not on the outwards trip – I would have had two!
Or possibly our first New Zealand trip – accompanying my husband there for a work conference.
The trip to write about though is our recent road trip to visit our daughter and family in Noosa. We had few plans, just decided each day where to go the following day. Arriving in a town, we would find a motel with a vacancy. We only had two specific dates to meet – family visits. We did not specify a date for our arrival in Noosa, just a range of dates. The trip was notable for our visits to some interesting places we had not visited previously.
First was our last visit to my sister-in-law in her Lakes Entrance home, with attached B&B. They have sold the property and are moving.
Then we stopped for an hour at Marlo, where the Snowy River meets the sea.
We met up with my niece in Coffs Harbour – the first time we had visited her for around eighteen years. And it was several years since we had seen with her husband, who works in the maritime industry.
Our longest stop was in Byron Bay. We found a motel on the edge of town, and checked in for two nights. After looking at what we could do in the area we added an extra night to our stay. We visited Nimbin and Bangalow, both interesting towns for different reasons. Our second day in Byron Bay, we walked up to the lighthouse, and then further on to the most easterly point of the Australian mainland.
We eventually arrived in Noosa on our tenth day on the road.
We enjoyed time with our grandchildren, as well as further explorations. We headed to Maleny and wandered around the various shops. Perhaps the highlight here was walking in the Noosa National Park. Two points along the way we saw dolphins playing around off the coast.
Finally, it was time to head home, a faster trip than our travels north. There was one further visit we wanted to make. My parents-in-law had lived in a town called Stanthorpe in southern Queensland, and wanted to drive past. It was particularly interesting as there was a huge rock in the yard which our children loved climbing. We wanted to get a photo of the house and rock. It was raining so the photos were taken out the window of the car. Still it was part of our family history and worth the small detour.
Finally, we arrived home after nearly three weeks, driving 4970 kilometres, meeting up with family, visiting interesting places we have not seen previously, as well as re-visiting many other areas.