Just as we were packed up and ready to roll out of the camp this morning, something happened. 

Caleb was taking his time at the toilet and Ray and I were waiting for him in the car. We both looked up and saw that Caleb had finished and was kicking the footy with some French backpackers on the grass. Ray noticed that not only were they throwing the footy and Caleb was attempting to show them how to kick it, but the footy was flat. I continued checking emails on my phone while Ray went to solve both the kicking and the flat footy problem. 
I was sitting quietly when I heard a noise, a woman calling for help. When I looked up and across the road, I saw a woman sitting on the ground near the smelly dump point. (This is where caravans dispose of their toilet waste and its not the sort of place you pull up a piece of grass and enjoy the view). I noticed that she was wearing a dress that was short and had ridden up and she was showing her underwear. I knew something was wrong. 
I got out of the car and ran over asking if she was ok. She was crying and upset explaining that she felt nauseous and like she was going to faint. She was emptying her toilet and felt the most excruciating pain in her lower back. She literally couldn’t move and I thought she would pass out. 
I waved Ray over and together we moved her out of the sun (and away from the stench). She was very distressed. She managed to lie on her stomach and I called an ambulance. We had some other helpers by this stage and we all did what we could to make her comfortable. 
We have met a few women travelling on their own and I suppose this would be their one main fear. This woman, Vicki, is 57, does Yoga everyday and appeared to be fit and healthy. She said she had never had a back problem in her life. She also had a dog with her. 
So she went off to hospital, someone took her dog to the kennel to be looked after, others rummaged through her van to find her personal papers and a change of clothes and they did what they could securing her van and belongings. Her family is on the Gold Coast. I wonder how she went, how she will get back to her van and if she will be able to continue to drive her planned trip. 
These are the perils of travelling on your own, I suppose. Not a chance I would be prepared to take though. Besides, I can’t reverse a caravan for peanuts!
We moved on much later than initially thought and pulled into Ingham which was only about 70km up the road. We booked into the caravan park, had lunch and went to find the highest free falling waterfall in Australia, Wallaman Falls, at 268 metres. The view of the falls, the noise of the water and the sheer length of the freefalling water was astonishing. There was a 2 km walk to the bottom of the falls which we decided not to do because the road that we had taken up the mountain was not one to be negotiated in the failing light. We simply didn’t have time. We drove back and had a good look at the town of Ingham. This town has the famous “Pub with no beer” as penned in Slim Dusty’s 1957 song, based upon the lyrics of local poet Dan Sheahan. The song became Australia’s first worldwide number one hit song. During the World War 2 period troops drank the pub dry and Dan was amazed at being unable to get a beer at his favourite pub, hence his poem. Interesting. It is now a full on pub complete with gaming, meals and Keno. Bet it will never run out of beer again!