The meeting of two dirt roads: little more than sandy tracks in parts; with corners renowned for accidents if you took them too fast. Taking people to other places...
Until late in the 1950’s when Jean and George Cookman decided it was as good a place as any to build their home, with a shop in front. The first business was a plumber’s workshop. Whether by design or accident, it was a move to pay dividends. It was also the humble beginnings of the place we know today as Noosa Junction.
'People thought we’d never have any neighbours...' '...talk to us in 20 years’ time!'
Fast forward to present day and that 25 pound investment is now worth millions and George Cookman’s words proved prophetic - around 270 businesses now call the Junction home.
An eclectic blend of old-timers and fresh faces, from the creativity and passion of the foodies, artisans and rag traders; the easy-going, self-deprecating humour of the ‘tradies’ and the surfers who were hard to tell apart if the waves were pumping;
the foresight and audacity of the entrepreneurs; and the solidifying presence of the service industries.
Its charm is in the sum of the parts - ever changing...this is our story
the barefoot years...laid-back beginnings...
In the 1950’s and 60’s no one had heard of the term, Noosa Junction, it didn’t exist. It was called Sunshine Beach Road by locals and it was known, not as a destination, but as a place to go through...to go fishing at Sunshine Beach or to get petrol or a hamburger, after you’d been for a surf.
These were the times when Tewantin was better known than Noosa.
Where the Junction stands today was nothing but bush - where tall gums stood proud; nature’s colourful gift of bright yellows and vivid reds were splashed across the landscape every season as the wild Christmas Bells bloomed in festive celebration and the surrounding sandy hills were so thick with native bushland you had to carve your way to the beach. David Low way didn’t exist, and a sometimes dangerous strip of sandy dirt, hardly a road in places, carved a path for traffic, right through its centre.
It evolved slowly into a laid back surf town - a community of surfers and tradies in Utes – almost everyone had a dog – once the surf was up that took priority. It was relaxed, a bit rough and ready and quintessentially Australian... read more:
The Noosa Junction story (124 KB)