Straight up to Cooktown, and what a picturesque little town it is. Sea views, cute old buildings, and super laid back.
We stayed out at the racecourse which is another of those free camps. It came with an extra dog. We called her New Dog, she’s kind of a meet and greet service and available to come and play with all dogs you walk on the racecourse and to eat any barbecue scraps you may need to get rid of.
Old dog is very sleepy.
We were in time for the Cooktown Festival complete with a reenactment of Cook’s visit, his failed attempts to trade, and his upsetting of the locals by stealing their turtles. The locals burned the surrounding hillsides when his ship pulled out, to try and get rid of all the whitefulla spirits. Of course, that didn’t work because they came back years later, gave them all smallpox and stole their land, still it was worth a shot.