Trucks in the night

We aimed for Rockhampton and made it Bunderberg. L. was still fretting about the bike engine but last night made adjustments to the chain which will hopefully keep him happy for a while.

We found the Bunderberg Regional Art Gallery but alas, I couldn't muster the strength to deal with regional art.

The first attempt at finding a camp ground for the night failed. Place called Elliott Heads was full, turns out every man woman and child in the "wide Bay area" decided to go there too. Have I mentioned it's still school holidays. Bloody bloody...