Nature takes centre stage on Stradbroke Island. Photo / Peter Windrim
Nature takes centre stage on Stradbroke Island. Photo / Peter Windrim
A glamping getaway in Queensland affords Nina Karnikowski the chance to rest and restore a natural balance with nature
It is 7.09pm and my husband and I are climbing into bed. I am by no means a night owl, yet even for me, this is absurdly early. Out here though,on North Stradbroke Island (or Minjerribah, as the island's sizeable Quandamooka indigenous population knows the place) it feels perfectly natural. The sun has set, the stars have sprayed across the sky, the campground is quiet. There are momentary feelings of guilt - shouldn't we be stargazing? Drinking wine? Playing cards? - until we remember that this is precisely what we came here for. To reset our natural body clocks. To restore our balance with nature. To try to find some empty space, a rest in the chaotic symphony that is our lives.
To be clear, the tent we're in at Adder Rock Camping Ground on the north of the island is not your regular nylon one. We haven't had to lug any camping equipment with us and there's no chance of waking up with a bad back atop a leaking inflatable mattress.
Adder Rock Beach, on Stradbroke Island. Photo / Nina Karnikowski
We are inside a stylish bell tent, set beneath eucalypts and paperbark trees, on a comfortable queen-size bed set on wooden pallets. There are bamboo deckchairs, chic throw cushions and textiles surrounding us, and a cosy rope lamp to read by. Not that we read for long. Soon the roar of the sea, behind the native tea tree and pandanus forests that separate us from the beach, lulls us to sleep.
Next morning we awake with the sun and the eerie shrieks of the bush stone-curlew birds that populate the island. We slurp fresh mangoes and coffee under the paperbarks, then pull on our togs and walk barefoot to the beach. An empty white arc of sand awaits, fringed by turquoise ocean and bookmarked by the ochre-coloured slice of Adder Rock. We while away the entire morning at the beach, dipping in and out of the ocean, lying in the sun as the salt crusts our skin and stiffens our hair and letting the rest of the world fall away.
Adder Rock beachgoers know how lucky they are. Photo / Nina Karnikowski
It isn't until late afternoon that we remember we need food. We shuck our bodies off the beach to drive five minutes down the road to the organic grocer, The Green Room. Minjerribah, or Straddie as many locals call it, feels like a step back in time. It's populated mainly with fishing shacks, many of which are painted unironic shades of turquoise, and only a handful of places to eat and drink. Which is precisely what makes it so appealing for anyone seeking escape. Nature takes centre stage here, and picnics are usually the best dinner option. On weekends there's a wood-fired pizza van that pulls up on one of the beaches, and there are fishermen's shacks dotting the island from which to buy fish, prawns and oysters caught that day. We keep things simple and grab local cheeses, dips, crackers and rosé, then hurry back to Adder Rock for a sunset picnic. We sit on the headland for hours, snacking and talking and watching surfers dance over the last waves of the day, as the colour drains from the sky.
The view from one of the stylish tents in Adder Rock Camping Ground. Photo / Peter Windrim
It has been said that as citizens of the modern world, we consume as much information each day as Shakespeare did over a lifetime - a terrifying thought. Being somewhere as naturally abundant as Minjerribah, however, the mental whir we experience as a side effect of mental overconsumption quickly fades away. About 50 per cent of the island is protected as Naree Budjong Djara National Park, and it is surrounded by beautiful hikes. There's the North Gorge Walk, which weaves along the coastline and sees us passing sandstone cliffs, spotting pods of surfing dolphins and the occasional turtle battling its way through the waves. There are strings of perfect beaches with earthy names like Deadmans, Frenchmans and Cylinder – some of which, with a permit, visitors can explore by 4WD, in search of the perfect spot for a dip or to drop a fishing line.
There isn't much else, really, which suits us just fine. And it gives us the perfect excuse every night we're there to jump into bed no later than 8pm.
GETTING THERE: Air New Zealand, Virgin Australia and Qantas fly daily from Auckland to Brisbane. From there it's a 40-minute drive to Cleveland, where ferries depart 11 times a day to Minjerribah. The 45-minute ferry rides are from about $70, one way, and include a vehicle. stradbrokeferries.com.au
STAYING THERE Minjerribah Camping at Adder Rock offers powered and unpowered tent and van sites, twin and double glamping tents, eco island tents and two-bedroom cabins, from about $33 a night. minjerribahcamping.com.au
