My mother always said things come in threes. Some might call it superstition or coincidence or the result of energy following the mind’s focus. But more often than not, things in threes seemed to happen. And so it did when I arrived at Hervey Bay, the third stop in our road trip. Over the ten days, we’d visited the Brisbane Valley Rail Trail near Esk. Around Bargara, we’d seen the sugar cane locos shuffling around the… Read More