Tacking Point, Port Macquarie |
So after a completely relaxed day of driving, we have made it to Port Macquarie.
Port brings back a lot of memories for me, as we drove along past tacking point, I remembered the days of paddling up the beach towards the lighthouse, and the days where we hoped to just avoid the rocks that spot the beach the entire way along. I remember the days of peppermint park, and family holidays with our QLD friends. I remember the pancake place and the days before the high rise apartments.
We spent some time this afternoon just admiring the newly done up lighthouse. There was a spectacular storm cell that we had chased up the coast and that hit as we arrived creating a shadow across the coast and the north easterly, onshore winds made for some wild surf (Although, we went back later when the westerly had come through, and it had cleaned the waves up to a point where they were entirely surfable and offshore).
After arriving at the motel, we decided that Toro's Mexican would be the only acceptable dinner option so we had ourselves a margarita and some burritos. New memories to add to me already hefty collection, from the NSW, Australian coast.