Last time I went to the outback with my sister and brother-in-law we took the kids with us. My mother could care less that we, the adults (loosely used term), were putting ourselves in harms way, in her opinion anyway. But... her precious grandchildren... well, that was an entirely different story. Talk of loss of sleep, panicking at the very thought that we would be in "croc country" left her feeling very uneasy, nevermind all the other creatures that could kill us at any given moment. So, what did we do to combat her fears? We sent her this photo mid-trip:
I know, I know... mean. But funny too right? Anyway, why am I spending so much time writing about how mean we are to our mom? Turns out that recently there has been a 4m crocodile enjoying the same waters that we intend to play in at Coral Bay.... But, they just caught it and "took care of it" today. I just blew right past my gag order. But I figured, if the waters are "safe" again, I was free to speak. Right? Right? I may be in trouble for this.
This photo also makes me laugh.... capturing the moment that we "survived" swimming across the lake that had known fresh-water crocodiles living in it. Although... no one bats an eye at the freshies. Apparently if you don't bother them, they won't bother you. That may be quoted as a famous last line one day.