We'd been looking at The Lion's Den (4 km off the highway, the first two being well made though slippery dirt, bitumen for the last two) and Quarantine Bay (all bitumen) though the weather was probably going to rule out extensive photographic rambling, which was more or less the way things panned out.
There were patches of drizzle on the way out, and roadwork on the bridge over Mungundy Creek just before you reach the Den, and the road definitely looked slippery, but just before twelve we pulled up, had a bit of a wander through the historic structure and ordered lunch. There was a vacant table at the front and that seemed as good a spot as any, so we settled in and waited for the tucker to arrive.
Scanning those around us it seemed we had two distinct classes of clientele. Things might be different away from a Friday lunchtime (over the Queens Birthday long weekend, when there seemed to be a mini blues festival in the offing) but the crowd appeared to be a mix of travelling retirees and local residents displaying various degrees of feral hippie attitude. Interestingly, like the Quinkan Hotel at Laura and the pub at Lakeland Downs the bar staff appeared to be of the European backpacker persuasion, though the young dude who delivered the meals appeared to have an Australian accent. More...