Evans Head

We arrived in Evans Head, the Tosomeen's home on Easter. Evans Head is town of 3,000 people, sandwiched between two national parks at the mouth of the Evans River, 140 miles south of Brisbane. It's a town where you can't get lost for more than about 2 minutes. We enjoyed it thoroughly. The kids said they wouldn't mind living there, but Jack had reservations about the internet capabilities.

Evans Head got its start as home to a shrimp trawler fleet (50 boats at one time down to maybe 3 now).  It was also once home to the Royal Air Force base.  Today it mostly supports tourism and retirees.

One of the first things I noticed on arrival was the sound of the crashing surf. It lulled us to sleep each night. This was the first place we had been where there weren't deadly "stingers" (box jellyfish) and there was surf (everywhere else had been protected by the reef or barrier islands). We tried to spend a part of each day in the waves, mostly body surfing, but we also tried our hand at boogie boarding, surf boarding and paddle boarding.

Evans head's beautiful beaches

 

 

 

Jack hanging ten

 

Despite a lack of photographic evidence, Zoe was probably the best of all of us

 

 

 Tide pool at Chinaman's beach where I saw my only sharks (really small ones)

 

After an afternoon sand castle build

 

Bush walk along the beaches and headlands just south of Evans Head

 

Kangaroo tracks on the beach. They are everywhere!

 

We rode with Craig in the fire brigade truck to the next town to fuel up

We went to a charity lawn bowling tournament at the Bowlo in Evans Head. I loved it. It should be a Top 5 Tripadvisor activity for Evans Head. The team with the closest balls to the jack win the points. The jack is like a billiards cue ball and the balls are about 5 inches in diameter and biased (flattened on one side) so they will curve up to 20 feet laterally. The boys won despite an 80+-year old widow ringer named Evon (what a hoot).  Here is Ann-Kristin throwing a ball.

 

Maybe the best part was we won three trays of meat in the meat raffle (not the first meat raffle we attended mind you). It was more meat than Craig could manage in one go on his monster "barbie".

 

Having fun on an evening walk on the dunes at coffee rocks in the Broadwater National Park.

 

We'll miss Evans Head!