After an aborted attempt to drive up to the Sunshine Coast on Good Friday, thanks to the ridiculous traffic jam, we ventured up on Easter Sunday instead. My sister Kim and her entourage were up from Melbourne for the weekend, hoping to sun themselves at the beach. The weather had other plans, sometimes overcast, sometimes bright. However, many of the beaches on both the Sunshine and Gold Coast were closed over the weekends due to the unsafe surf conditions and rips. Not that the beach closures and warnings from surf lifesavers stopped some idiots from swimming in the rough seas. 100 people were rescued on Good Friday, 3 sent to hospital and one man drowned. And that was just one day out of the four day weekend.
We spent the day with Kim and her boys (and collective others at different times), at the beach briefly for a paddle and a play in the sand until it started to rain and two rainbows spread out across the ocean. We went for a swim in the pool instead and it's wonderful to see the boys paddling around with confidence. Afternoon coffee with my Aunt Kathy who is now living the expat life in Kazakhstan but has been back in Brisbane recently was another bonus. The boys spent a lot of time climbing all over Gigi, and he certainly has the uncle role down pat.
While the weather teased us with moments of clear skies and burning sunshine it was too mixed up for it to be good beach weather. However, I did enjoy seeing the stretches of white sand again, pounding waves and walking through the coastal bush to access the beach. It really does epitomise Queensland and the lifestyle that we are lucky enough to embrace.
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