Moreton Island is a large sand island off the coast from Brisbane. Approximately 30 miles in length, the entire island is made of sand roads and is only accessible by ferry. Because it's quite expensive to bring over a car, we opted to take a day tour instead. Lucky for us, we were the only three people (probably because it was Sunday in the dead of winter). Nonetheless, we enjoyed personilizing our excursion and being chauffeured, 4-wheel drive style. We started off in the desert to go sandboarding. With our masonite board in hand and candle wax to speed up the ride, we trekked up a massive dune only to look down at what appeared like a nearly vertical drop. Down we went, one by one on our stomachs, face first at a blistering speed of 60km.
There was a rush of adrenaline as we shot down the dune, trying to keep the front of the board in the air so that we avoided a plunge into the sand (and collecting it in all crevices of our body). We headed north to see the blue lagoon (ridiculously cold freshwater) and then to the tip of the island to check out the lighthouse. After chomping down on a picnic lunch and some delicious carrot cake, we walked around the champagne pools and chose to ignore our fate which resulted in getting soaked by waves crashing over the rocks. Wet jeans and sand everywhere, we took the last bumpy ride of the day to Tangalooma wrecks, where we would pick up the ferry back to the mainland.
Moreton Island is a large sand island off the coast from Brisbane. Approximately 30 miles in length, the entire island is made of sand roads and is only accessible by ferry. Because it's quite expensive to bring over a car, we opted to take a day tour instead. Lucky for us, we were the only three people (probably because it was Sunday in the dead of winter). Nonetheless, we enjoyed personilizing our excursion and being chauffeured, 4-wheel drive style. We started off in the desert to go sandboarding. With our masonite board in hand and candle wax to speed up the ride, we trekked up a massive dune only to look down at what appeared like a nearly vertical drop. Down we went, one by one on our stomachs, face first at a blistering speed of 60km. 
There was a rush of adrenaline as we shot down the dune, trying to keep the front of the board in the air so that we avoided a plunge into the sand (and collecting it in all crevices of our body). We headed north to see the blue lagoon (ridiculously cold freshwater) and then to the tip of the island to check out the lighthouse. After chomping down on a picnic lunch and some delicious carrot cake, we walked around the champagne pools and chose to ignore our fate which resulted in getting soaked by waves crashing over the rocks. Wet jeans and sand everywhere, we took the last bumpy ride of the day to Tangalooma wrecks, where we would pick up the ferry back to the mainland.
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