I was thirteen when I first kayaked the length of the Noosa River. My dad and I spent a few days camping along the tranquil snaking banks, swimming and slowly paddling up and back. Since then, I’ve hiked beside it, camped at its mouth with friends, and kayaked laps of it many times. Each time is slightly different, with fire scarring its banks and floods depositing debris; weather changing its façade and perspective and age changing my view of these everglades.
CANOEING THE "RIVER OF MIRRORS" - NOOSA RIVER TRIP REPORT
