The fog still hung heavy and low around Cradle Mountain National Park as we hitched up the van and drove out in the wee hours of the morning. We stopped in Rosebury, a quaint but in many ways deserted town, for a quick breakfast. It had not yet passed midday when we arrived at Strahan, our final destination for the day. We were lucky enough to find apon our arrival that the previous occupants of our site had already departed. We had a lunch that really was nothing to write home about, therefore I will not go into any detail. In the afternoon, we found our selves walking through an area that somewhat resembled the Sahara Desert with two tabogans trailing along behind us. However, it was not the Sahara Desert, funnily enough, it was the Henty Sand Dunes! Situated just 10 kilometres north of Strahan, the Henty Sand Dunes provide a thrilling natural playground! At first, we struggled to find a dune that we were able to slide down, but eventually, on the advice of our next door neighbours from the caravan park who we happened to bump into at the dunes, we came across a very steep sand dune. The prospect of sliding (or rather, plummeting) down it was rather daunting at first, but after our first go, we found that we didn’t slide as fast as we were expecting, but it was lots and lots of fun! We finished the day off with seafood at a local cafe and then a game of Cluedo back at the van!

Tara

  
Tara was first to brave the sand dune. She is the spec down the bottom.

  
It was so hard to climb back up, we could only do it a couple of times.

  
This is Tara walking down after she pushed Mum off the edge in her tabaggon.