Day 78 & 79: Reflections

Yes, we have finally arrived home much to some people's surprise, but with the weather turning horrid  we decided to turn the car for home and make a run for it.
We had intended to call on some friends in Bendigo but circumstances were against us and we will catch up at a later day.
Now on my last post I said I would have reflections on our trip and make some observations of the people we went with, so here goes.
To say travelling with many people sometimes is wrought with issues is an understatement: are these people compatible, are their expectations of their holiday the same, will they all get along? Well I'm here to report we all had a good time and no one was killed in the process, so I guess it was successful!
We are however individual and as such have little idiosyncrasies to consider, for example :

• Robin " The Doc" - a thorough gentlemen of which without his consideration I, for one, would have found parts of the trip unbearable. He loves a good discussion but he has a very mischievous side to his nature. He loves to fabricate stories and as such I have christened him 'Guru Bob'. We aware, be VERY aware, when he starts spinning a yarn you are not the next victim of his mythological spells!
• Doug - is a genuine 'nice guy' and has the patience of a saint, especially when he had to erect and lower his camper day in, day out.  He is also a keen follower of regimes, especially when it comes to meals. He eats every night at the same time: 6:00pm, with meat and (mostly) three veg. Always potato, except on weekends as he is usually playing golf and hasn't got time for potatoes. Never does he eat cooked carrots only fresh uncooked as in the McFarlane tradition. His only negative quality I could spot was, he defends (barracks for)  the drug cheating Essendon FC but his droll sense of humour made up for this little indiscretion.
• Bec - a lovely person, with an extremely caring nature with innocence in many of the worlds harsher aspects being a very endearing quality. A great cook, loving parent, grandparent and friend who has a unyeilding faith, even when put under pressure.
• Denis - loves a good discussion and has many opinions on varies topics, non more so than climate change! He is a man possessed/ obsessed with fishing especially on lures. Practicality is not his strong point, but he he is the first one to make fun of this fact as he did when handing himself the "biggest Tool" award for his misdemeanours on the trip. 
• Paul - my beloved husband who loves to be the centre of attention as in the self proclaimed "movie man", or the one who finds "treasures" on the trip and hands them onto unsuspecting people (under the bedding, or tied to the front of their car etc). The class clown would be a good tile he would wear with pride - but you still got to love him. (Well at least I still do).
• Jenny (me)  - what can I say except ......... Well I might leave that up to the people who know me and accepted me on the trip. They had to put up with my little "moments" I had along the way and I thank them for it.

Well it's time to sign off for this trip. Thank you for travelling along with me, I only hope you enjoyed the trek and maybe got a feel for the great outdoors we have in Australia. Maybe I will inspire some of you to experience some of this great land yourselves. Whatever you decide to do, have fun, savour the life you have and enjoy what nature has abundantly provided for us in this country: the scenery and the people.

This the end of this chapter so until next time farewell................... 

Don't go too far though as we head to the Blue Mountains NSW in a months time, so stayed tuned.

Day 75 - 77: Victoria again

Two full days of travelling has bought us back to the home state of Victoria. After leaving Streaky Bay after one last 'hoorah' of fishing, we left after packing the campers, putting the  boat back on the car and waving our farewells to this lovely place. It is a lovely place even if it does throw a few weather 'Wobblies' from time to time. Yes, even this time it took our canvas down at 2:00am and even blew Robin's top of his camper down. Firstly the wind blew from the east then completely switched to the west. Needless to say we were very unprepared for either way and a sleepless night was had by all.
On to Kimba where we stopped and talked to some nice boys travelling on their way to Alice Springs for the dirt go-kart National titles finally ending our trip in Port Augusta where be bid sad farewells to 'The Doc' a.k.a. Robin as he went via Adelaide and we made our way over Horracks  Pass to Carrieton being welcomed by Gael and Norm.
Spending the night here was lovely as we caught up on all the news, as well as checked out Norm and Gael's handy work in the renovation department of there new house. Norm has the veggie garden well and truly underway, with many varieties to be eaten and bartered in this quaint  town.
Heading off this morning and the crops around this neck of the woods were something to behold. Every colour/shade of green, with yellow canola and brown chequer boarding the countryside. Past Burra though it looks a different story with only salt-bush being the main stay.
After crossing the Murray river at Cadel, we slid down the border, crossing into Victoria at Pinnaroo. This way I can go via my old holiday haunts at Galah and check out the crops on the old farm. My uncle will be most impressed(I'm hoping), with the photos  I hope to get of the crops and countryside.
This is my second last blog post: my last will be a reflection of the trip - the places, the people the memories.

Day 74 - Fishing and relaxation

Today the sun is shining, the wind has died down and Paul and Robin are out fishing. The squid don't seem to be as plentiful as last time but the Whiting (King George variety) seemed to have come on the bite. Paul has just landed back in from fishing by himself, but called for reinforcements as the whiting were very much 'on' and he didnt' want to go over his bag limit.  Poor Robin, he has a cold and not feeling so well today, was dragged off his 'death bed' to chase these plentiful whiting. Only time will tell to see if the story is true.
I've had another day on 'domestic bliss' with washing clothes, cleaning dishes and writing up newsletters for the GLFC. Actually it is too nice a day for this inside stuff so I will upload some more photos for you to find and then be off. Cheers, for now.

One of the colourful characters we found along the track. See if you can find his mate?

Day 71 - 73: Wedgies, stumpys and whales

Here we are once again at the beautiful Streaky Bay. Yes, and once again my husband will try his hand at catching fish and or squid.
We travelled the past 3 days casually across the Nullabor (Eyre Highway), spending  2 nights on the road with free camping. Met a lady at one place who was complaining  they couldn't have fires at night. When I asked where she had stayed her reply was Eucla, and another caravan park. I suggested she try some free camping if she wanted to have fire: I guess only time will tell if she took my advice.
As the title suggests we saw a great deal of wildlife while crossing the Nullabor with Wedge Tailed Eagles being the main draw card on the first day. They seemed to be around every corner: either sitting on the road at 'road-kill', or close by in the trees. Doug and Rob  pulled over a few times trying to photograph the majestic birds, but most of the time they were a bit camera shy. Unfortunately there were also quite a lot of birds killed on the road from traffic coming and going. They are a large bird and when full of food take quite a time to take flight and some even take flight into the truck/ car they are trying to avoid.
The next day we travelled was full of Stumpy-tailed lizards, taking life in the hands (or should that  be feet?) crisscrossing the road. Some made it, some had near misses and some didn't. Such is life of a Stumpy tail!
Yesterday we had time (and the weather was good) to be able to stop at the Head of the Bight to see some awesome Southern Right whales and their calves. We counted 10 with the naked eye, but with binoculars even more could be spotted. Talk about up close and personal! Absolutely brilliant as we spent over an hour there taking in the scenery and also having a bit of lunch. Life is good!
Today we had our sad farewell to Doug who wanted to catch up with relatives in Adelaide and Horsham. We had our morning tea togetherness and bid him safe travels. How are we going to know what time to put the tea on now I wonder?
Well as I said we've been on the road for a few days so a nice hot shower and some washing wouldn't go a stray. Until next we meet ........

Mother and baby: at the Head of the Bight.

Day 69 & 70: Kalgoorlie

Well, I now know a bit more about Kalgoorlie: Super-pits', gold processing and yes....'skimpys'!
We spent yesterday checking out museums, lookouts and walking the Main Street in Kalgoorlie, Hannan Street. There certainly is some lovely architecture here and nearly every corner has a hotel on it, as it seems all mining towns used to have.
The  'super - pit' certainly lives up to its name and is quite mine blowing to think it once was 100's of small mining leases until Alan Bond decided to try and buy up all and turn it into me big lease. The Toyota vehicles (that seem to be everywhere) look like matchbox toys as they go up and down the road in the pit; the trucks like Tonka toys. Next year hopefully there will be a tourist train going up to the pit lookout from the train museum, so this will add an even better dimension to the tourist highlights of the area.
Speaking of highlights of the area it would be remiss of me to discount the colourful past that the infamous Hay Street bought to Kalgoorlie.  Doug was the only member of out party to risk his reputation on going on a tour of a brothel in this street. Sad to say the 'ladies of the night' were very much a part of this place and its history with some of the facts and figures that  Doug came back with quite 'interesting' to say the least. It seems that some miners weren't the smartest when it came to money as one person said he knew a bloke here for 8 years but didn't have a 'cracker' to his name as he had spent it on either drink, betting or women. I just hope the miners of today are a bit smarter.
Well it's back on the road agin today heading to Norseman and then across the Nullabor on the road home.  Till then see ya.

Day 67 & 68: Niagara Dam and Lake Ballard

Sometimes when things are looking a bit doubtful when it comes to camping sites, you happen across a fabulous place by sheer chance. Even though we have all the books and apps we still need to odd bit of good karma (luck). You see we happened upon a place called Niagara Dam and the ambience of the place was amazing. The scenery: you would have to go a long way to see better as the colours in the rock formations rivalled the Painted Dessert in many respects. The history of the place was somewhat dubious as the dam had originally been made to store water for the train travelling from Kalgoorlie  but before it was finished artesian water was found. Such is life!
There were some lovely walks taking in the natural environment, the historical facts and just the beauty of the landscape. I must admit I did follow the 'old codger' at one time only to be thrown off track. Fortunately for my native instincts I was able to lead us back to the track, via some old mines and some superbly coloured trees. All ended well and hopefully I have some lovely photos to prove the point - all will be revealed!
Today we headed out to Lake Ballard renowned for its iron sculptures of human forms. They are dotted all over the landscape and I swear the water was there in the distance, only it kept on disappearing as we approached.
We have now landed in Kalgoorlie and will spend the next couple of days touring the city of gold. Besides the 'Big Pit' and Hay Street ( which my husband has to go to???.?), I'm not sure what else is to see. Mind you the trip into this city was amazing in several ways:

1. The flowers along the side of the road, including the trees had to be seen to be believed. Yellow Grevillias, red Hopbush, purple ?..., pink?     And white ?... Made for some lovely picture moments.
2. The landscape coming into the city: with all the mountains having flat tops. I'm not sure if the children in Kalgoorlie would know what a mountain actually looks like. Lots of dug up ground,  probably mine exploration from the past - who really knows?

Well tea is awaiting, so best get going, until me meet again.......

Day 64 - 66: Friday the 13th

We have made our way south and into a little place called Wilunna, just at the start of the Canning Stock Route. Actually we stayed at No:2. Well last night with a nice campfire and plenty of stars.
You may recall yesterday being Friday the 13th and this had some significance to us as the night before we left Newman we had a black cat sleeping at the back of our camper. I thought it might be a good omen for the day but I'm not so sure on that as we did have a few calamities.
Firstly we were travelling along the dirt road, very well maintained on the whole, but occasionally a few corrugations only to have our kitchen box, which holds all our knives, forks, cups plates etc fall off the back onto the ground, spiralling everywhere all over the road. Unbeknown to us this had happened, but as luck has it Robin and Doug were driving behind us and came upon it. Oh, what a mess! Everything strewed all over the place: boxes broken, plates, knives, spoons everywhere, biscuits barrels and more. Rob was concerned it had to one ours as my husband never let's anything go past him without investigating or making comment on it and as this had not happened conclusions were drawn correctly.
Next this to go wrong was one of our tyres had a puncture when we finally arrived at the camp site for the night. The 13th was certainly a memorable day for all the wrong reasons - or the right ones depending on how you look at it. We still had all our dishes and cutlery and the tyre only went flat when we arrived in camp, so not too bad under the circumstances.
It was great to catch up with John and Veronica Quinn and also their son Mark in Newman. We had a wonderful time catching up on all the news from their neck of the woods as well as our news from home  and the trip. They hadn't heard the news about GSI and Veronica was very shocked as she had once worked for them.
On down the road again heading south. The weather has freshened and even had a bit of rain this morning. Till further down the line........

Day 63: tourist things around Newman

Okay, I know we got a little 'lost' today, but the scenery was still amazing. The Pilbara certainly has some spectacular landscapes to take in as we toured over some very bumpy, lumpy 4WD tracks on our way to see a beautiful natural pool in the middle of nowhere - Kalgan Pool. We first had to obtain a permit from BHP as they own the mining rights to this part of the land. When we finally get there we find someone else has also found the spot and is making use of the pool in a most refreshing way -swimming!
A few boys, while out on a drilling run, had time to spare and refresh in the pool, while also trying some acrobatics on a long rope hanging as a swing from one of the trees. After suggesting that "what if something happens to these lads while hanging upside down from this rope", I was told, only a woman would think like that! (My excuse: being a mother one is trained to think of all consequences of ones actions).
Meanwhile back on the road we had actually started the day off with a 70km run up the highway to a track on the right-hand side that took us to the most fabulous aboriginal rock carvings I have ever scene. In fact the only rock carvings I've ever seen from our indigenous friends. In an old river bed, they were for all to see. It certainly was a privilege to see this type of work still out on the open, non-tourist-y-fied for all to enjoy.
All of us stood in wonderment of this exciting place and the history that relates to it: All we needed was an interpretive guide and we would have been made. As it is, we still have some lovely memories and some nice photos.
Time to get some shut-eye, so till next time - nye night.

Adjunct to Newman

As an adjunct to the day I thought I might share a small observation on the 'typical' person that works in the mining industry (according to me). And I might be very wrong! ( I have been know to before).
Sitting at camp here we are surrounded by more than 600 accommodation rooms (according to Graham our caravan park assistant manager), where the many shifts come and go of the various people who live here on the FIFO lifestyle.
As they trek through and around our camp we say 'hello' to receive a half-hearted G'day, or a grunt of some description. I'm thinking that maybe:

1. They are too tired to talk to us
2. They don't want to talk to us as we are beneath them or they are jealous of our lifestyle
3. They are actually robots!

There appears either an apathy or arrogance in the people who work in this environment. They are obviously here for the money and as one girl we did get to talk to us said " working in the mines, well you sell your soul to the devil ", and I think she might be right.

They become so obsessed with the almighty dollor a lot of them seem to forget there is a life out there to be lived: not just material "stuff" to obtain. The attitude "I would not get out of bed for less than $600 per week"  is one I've heard many times, including from one worker today. 

How does the bulk of Australia survive? Very well I think if you consider family life, work/life balance, and realistic expectations. Surely there is more to life than money?

The girl we talked to said, to survive up here you need a:

1. Tough skin
2. Remember this is only temporary and there is another life
3. Have a strategy plan to get out!

Amen.

Day 61 & 62 - Mt Whaleback mine, Newman

We have arrived at Newman and started out the day by going on a tour of Mt Whaleback the largest open-cut iron ore mine in the world! Believe me it certainly is impressive with up to 29 layers to the bottom and an expansion to eventually 40. Where once there was a mountain, there will be (eventually) a lake with mega millions of tonnes of iron ore being sent out of here, via Port Hedland to Korea, Japan, China etc. Don't be disheartened though as our
guide said this morning "we'll get them back as Toyotas!"

Paul, being Paul, wanted to know what engine was in the big Wabco truck outside the Information Centre. After asking the lady at the inf desk, she said she didn't know. Paul said as an information person she should know these details and as such had till the morning to find out these details otherwise we get 50 % discount off our trip. She was up to the challenge and true to her word, she found out all the information that was required and even more. Now that's helpful!
The township of Newman is typical of any iron ore town - red dirt everywhere and in everything. No such thing as a clean car or washing here for very long. It is supposed to be 33C here today but the wind is quite strong and i think it is blowing the sun-rays away, plus the dust in.
BHP Billiton pretty much runs the town and the caravan park we are in and has accommodation for many, many workers. One fellow i was talking to this morning, as he was doing his laundry, said he had one more shift before he was flying home. (10 on: 7 off). most of the resident workers have 4 days on: 4 days off. The township has a population of about 8,000 with some indigenous, but it seems to me the rest are employed by the mine. Walking down the street if you don't have an orange shirt on you are the odd person out.
Tomorrow we will head out to the Opthalmia Dam, which apparently is quite unique and is based on the system they use in Israel: taking water from the water basin below, without allowing too much water to evaporate on top. (Not sure I know how it works, but maybe I'll learn more about it tomorrow).
I am about to upload some more photos, so hopefully you can enjoy our trip along with us.
P.S. Bec & Denis have been in contact with us and are having a nice time at Pardoo Station, so hopefully they will have some more stories when we next catch up as well.

Day 59 - 60: Marble Bar

Here we are in the famous Marble Bar hotel ( Ironclad Hotel to be exact). The temperature outside is  about 37 C, but inside a pleasant 26. We arrived in town this morning after spending the night tucked in a nice camp area along a waterway just 100 kms north of here. Apart from the mine trucks rumbling along the road all night and the invasion of insects we had a very pleasant evening.
We have spent a bit of time discovering the area; out to the two pools Chinaman and Marble Bar, collected a small sample of Jasper rocks and been to the lookout overlooking this famous area. Still much mining going on in the area by the number of trucks on the road, let alone mine vehicles in town. Talked to a lovely lady here who is on a two week secondment from the Mining Dept in WA. Her job is to grant leases dependant on native title, other lease holders etc.
We are slowly winding our way south as when we head out from here Newman will be next on the horizon although we may not make it that far in one day. Never mind we have plenty of time to wind our way home.
Had better go as my meal has arrived. Cheers from the 'hottest town in Australia'.

Day 56 - 58 Sad Farewells

It is a balmy night at Eighty Mile Beach with the surf rolling in, the palm trees swaying and the rest of the crew getting their 'beauty sleep'. Nighttime seems the best to get connection with the Internet.
We had a lovely day wandering along the beach, picking up shells and the boys (and Bec) actually caught some nice Blue Nosed Salmon for tea. They were all geared up for a shark but unfortunately ( maybe???), something big on the line decided it didn't want to be caught today and continued out to sea with bait, tackle and line still on. Actually some people caught Mulloway and shark, so ours could have been anything. The beach certainly was quite a sight though at high tide, with nearly all the park out on the beach with various stages of fishing gear, cars driving up and down and all sorts of fish being caught. The beautiful turquoise water made for a magnificent scene; even the sea snakes didn't dampen spirits on this lovely day.
Yes, it was a lovely day in many senses of the day, but also a sad one as we sat and reminisced about our trip - the places we have seen, people we have met, the little "trials" along the way and the history of this great country we sometimes take for granted. You see, as of tomorrow we leave Bec and Denis and continue our trip home, while they stay a little longer and catch up with family. We have discussed many and varied subjects, solved of the worlds problems and even spent our tattslotto win, even if we haven't actually won it yet! But, Denis did find the 'lost' ticket tonight, when Bec took his wallet for a 'wash' while scrubbing shells for her grandchildren, so all is good in this little patch of Aus.
My bed is calling, so till next time, so long.

Day 55 - Turning South

Hello from Broome where the build up to the 'wet' has started. We started this morning with a sea fog at Middle Lagoon with everything having that damp feeling about it. Poor Bec had done some washing late in the day hoping  it would dry overnight but, alas it was not to be so it is pegged out at the back of camper tonight in Broome. (The humidity again is not going to help this drying process, so it might be another day before it can be folded and put away).
We left our little hideaway this morning and headed back south, traversing the dreaded Cape Levique Road for the finally time in this journey. 100 kms of corrugations, dust and varying road surfaces makes an interesting drive. Throw in the many other campers, cars, trucks coming towards you or passing without you knowing they are there and you are on full concentration all the time.
I have to hand it to the children up in this part of the country as they travel 30 kms on this type of road, plus another 20 kms on bitumen, every day, 5 days a week to get into Beagle Bay school. I believe they need a medal for fronting up to this trip everyday. Students who have to take the family car, or public transport to get to school really don't know how lucky they are!
As I said we are now in Broome and have stayed in a caravan park near to Cable Beach where we drove down to watch the obligatory sunset and camel rides. Yes, we really are tourists in many senses of the word! But we weren't alone, on no, there were several 100 other there as well, so we melded in very nicely to this part of the environment.
Tomorrow we head back south towards 80 Mile Beach, and finally turning off towards Marble Bar, which although  I want to see, I'm not looking forward to the the temperatures they are talking about already. For the next week it is predicted to be between 37 - 39C, with overnight still about 22C! I don't do hot very well. I guess we can drive through with air con on can't we??.?.
Need to get some shut eye now, so will sign off for now. See you soon.

Day 48 - 54: Beagle Bay, Middle Lagoon, Lombadina

For the past, almost week,  we have spent at Middle Lagoon out from Beagle Bay on the Dampier Peninsula. We have fished, swum, whale watched, read, relaxed and rejuvenated ourselves - both in body and mind. Mind you it is a bit of an effort to get to this place but the effort is well worth it in this little slice of heaven.
Today we have taken to tour up to the furthest most point of the peninsula and Cape Levique, Lombadina, Bardi are just a few of the communities that inhabit this neck of the woods. I'm actually writing this as I sit having a drink outside the general store in Lombadina.
Denis met up with a fellow who has been at Middle Lagoon since June and has been fishing practically every day. He offered to take Denis out to catch a Spanish Mackerel, which Denis duly took up. Many hours later they returned, with Spanish Mackerel, Blue striped Emperor  and others.
I spent hours on the point one day watching the many (and I mean many) whales pass by the point. Some even put on grand displays of acrobatics, with breaching many times only about 400 mts from the point. Mothers, babies all on their way back to Antarctica for the summer months.
I actually went out in the boat with Paul the other day and although we didn't actually get to take home fish we had some fun with big ???? fish, taking all the tackle and bait several times. Then on catching a small fish happened to see a BIG shark follow it in. That was enough for me thanks, you can take me home now!
Well it is time to move, so until we next talk - see ya!

Day 46 & 47 - Broome and beyond

The weather is HOT and humid, little wind and the tracks in the sand indicate snake heaven! We have arrived at Quandong Point on the Dampier Penisula.
Came through Broome yesterday and had a quick look around: restocked with groceries, gas, fuel and      a walk around the streets. Sat down to have a cuppa in one of the shopping malls and talked to a local of over 47 years. As you can well imagine she has seen a few changes to the place over this time. Her son owns the local mechanical business with tow trucks etc, her daughter owns the fish and chip shop ( best one in town according to Bobbi). It is very expensive here, as her daughter's shop rent is $6,000 per month. That sure is a lot of fish and chips!
Anyway, sitting in another car park doing the GLFC newsletter and who is parked next to us, only a couple from  Bairnsdale. After the usual conversation about "where do you come from?", it was established we were both from the same area. It just so happens it was the Montants who some may know. What a small world we live in!
We are now camped at Quandong Point and the boys are heading out this arvo to do some fishing from their boats. Denis is looking to catch a Spanish Mackerel, the others probably will target Blue Bone. We have neighbours here from Tambo Upper (told you, small world), who gave Bec and I a piece of Blue Bone fish last night. Fresh fish - very nice!
Well the washing is done, the kettle is on and time for a bit more reading I think, till next time adieu.
Denis and Doug were the only ones that actually braved the elements. Thank goodness for the surf life saving skills Denis had as a younger man, they were very much needed today! Doug had had his adrenalin  fix for his entire life I reckon! But, they actually caught some nice Blue Bone and a Coral trout so I guess the escapade was well worth it. It certainly was from a photographic point of view! The boys from Tambo Upper had to go and help the coming in of the boat  as they could sense an "interesting" coming in from the boys, and they were right on with nearly a breach of the boat at the actual exit of the beach. No harm done, but Doug will sleep very well tonight. Needless to says Paul and Rob (the photographer) stayed safely on land as the wind was a bit too much for their little tinny.

Day 44 - 46: Barn Hill

The weather is perfect, the water sapphire blue, the rocks burnt orange at sunset and the shrubbery becoming more tropical and lush: welcome to Barn Hill.
I'm sitting outside my camper overlooking the Indian Ocean, with a light sea breeze to keep the warmer temperature at bay. Denis and Bec have gone off for the day fishing, walking along the beach quite a few kms away. Today at least they took some drinks and nibbles!
Paul and Rob have just gone to launch the tinny and try their hands at catching a tuna that keeps teasing them by jumping as it chases bait fish, in the water, just in front of us.
Speaking of tuna a funny incident happened yesterday when Bec was in the water fishing. She was unaware that a school of Garfish was heading toward her when a couple of Tuna jumped out of the water after them, heading straight for Bec. The fright of these big fish hurling themselves toward Bec made Bec also hurl herself - but this time it was backward into the water! Oh for that movie camera (again).
This place is so nice we have decided to stay an extra day. This will also allow us the time to catch the shops and hopefully a polling place in Broome before heading to Cape Levique. (Doug is certainly happy as it means one less time he has to pack up his camper).
Well for now it is time for a stroll down the beach for a swim, so if you will excuse me........

Day 42 & 43 - Under water wonderland

We have just come in from fishing and walking the 'beach' and are now enjoying a beautiful sunset overlooking the beach at Cape Keraudren.
Don't let me fool you, the rest of the day was very ordinary with, yes you guessed it, more wind!
We travelled here yesterday and set up the camp. We were warned about the midges, but taking appropriate action we have avoided most of the nasty critters.
My title gives you a clue as to my favourite part of this place.Although the scenery is special, it is the underwater world that is truly awesome.  On low tide you can walk, for miles and the further out you go the better the underwater scenery. Corals, clams, crabs, octopus, sea slugs, turtles etc etc. different colours, different shapes.
You can't stand still for long before something moves, or squirts you: so even when you think everything is dormant take a closer look!
Now the fishing. Denis has produced again, this time with some nice Threadfin Salmon. Doug and Paul caught some Trevally, Robin and Bec - yet to score (here).
Well it certainly is a nice place to visit and I'm glad in one way we came now as most of the tourists have left. Apparently the place had over three hundred here two weeks ago!
I think tomorrow we head up north as we are past our halfway (time-wise) point. Still four hundred kms from Broome and then Cape Levique our furthest point. Till next time.....

Day 41 - BBQ Galore!

Well after a fairly uneventful day of shopping, optometrists and checking out the place we came back to camp and finished the washing, read books, fixed UHFs and generally chilled out until..... the evening meal.
All was going well with 'happy hour', good discussion on the human race and working mothers etc, when it was decided we all needed to get tea organised. Doug, as usual was ahead of the group, having cooked and eaten his meal before we even thought about ours. A new haircut for Doug and new shoes, he is now ready for the next assault of the fishing journey.
Denis, on the other hand, may now be ready to take on the CFA as his BBQ went a bit 'wild' when cooking the chicken on the camp BBQ.
We were casually watching smoke (first) coming from the BBQ area, then some people making their way over to see what actually was happening, then flames coming from the BBQ area, then people taking the gas bottle off, THEN people taking the flaming BBQ into the open area. And flaming it was!
I'm not sure what happened to the chicken drum sticks, but I think they were certainly char-grilled.
Well I must admit sitting at our camper it certainly made interesting viewing, thankfully thinking we were not in amongst the activities.

Sorry about the quality, but it was the best I could get from a distance on short notice! I'm sure you can get the picture.

PS: Rob has also had an eventful time this evening when one of his 'deliveries' is in the caravan next to us. (Small world!)

Day 40 - Port Hedland

Well we have arrived in Port Hedland and are settled into a caravan park near a train line so Rob (the Doc) and Paul are feeling right at home!
We spent lunchtime down watching the big ships arrive ready for filling with iron, salt, manganese of whatever else goes out from here. Over 199 million tonnes for goods are exported from this port, so as you can imagine it is a bustling, busy port: let alone dirty and dusty. (Everything has that red colour about it, including buildings and cars).
Today and tomorrow will be catch up days for washing, shopping and hopefully I'll even find an optometrist to get my eyes checked. Not that I can tell anything, just that my doctor asked me to get them checked about halfway through our trip. (Apparently my pressures are a bit high at present).
Well after downloading all the photos from our trip and trying to upload some to this blog, time has slipped away and everyone else is having happy hour therefore I MUST go and be sociable! Ta, Tah.

Salt being mined at Port Headland (RIO TINTO owned)

Day 39 - Point Samson

"Money, money, must be funny in a rich man's world" so the song from ABBA goes and in this country up here it very aptly applies.
We went fishing yesterday morning and although it was very pleasant out on the water, much to our dismay not many fish were able to be caught. Rob caught some kind of emperor fish and a long tooth looking thing some called a herring. Turtles, sting rays and bird life all made life interesting and even the little fish we caught were pretty and unique with stripes and colours of all variety.
Then on return home it was time to tidy up and head down the road to Point Samson as Denis and Bec had arranged a lovely meal with Jeremy's in-laws - Russell and Yve, daughter Sam and son in law Jayden.
This is where we entered a whole other world of money! Most of the family work for Rio and the numbers they were quoting were staggering.

• $600,000 for block of land
• $2500 for rent per week
• $900 rent assistance
• $10,000 per train carriage of iron ore
• 167 carriages per train to go out to Cape Lambert loading onto massive ships off to China
• $385,000 a train driver's wage

As I said, money is is a whole other language from what we know. Russell did make comment that they live an unreal existence in this top end of Australia: all I can say is that's for sure. Anyway the hospitality was great and the company for the evening was interesting and made a nice break from the usual routine. It was a pity we couldn't catch up with Jeremy as unfortunately he was in hospital for the night ( or few days). Get better soon Jez.

Denis and Bec are to catch up in Port Headland our next stop, where we will stock up with supplies, washing, water and head further north tomorrow.

Day 38 - Cleaverville

What started off being a quiet benign sort of day has turned into an awesome one thanks to some real 4WDing, some nice water and some good company (albeit the company is becoming a bit paranoid about what goes in the blog).
Some people believe what goes on the camping trip should stay on the camping trip but I beg to differ. If the story is good enough, print it!
We camped overnight in a free camp site and moved early this morning to Cleaverville a Nature Reserve on the beach near Point Samson and Karatha.
Denis and Bec called in with some of the family (Courtney and kids), and went for a walk along the beach/rocks. Jet collected some lovely big clam shells. Mum was impressed!???!
Denis and Bec had their own adventure last night as when going to bed, the camper toppled over, as They had forgotten to put the legs down! When Denis says "help me Bec, Bec replies I can't" you see poor Bec was upside down at the end of the camper. Oh for a movie camera! (See what grandchildren do to you!)
This arvo Doug and Rob, Paul and I went for a drive. Initially it was to find a boat ramp, but instead we found some interesting rock formations - real volcanic stuff, zebra rocks and other fascinating relics of the past. (No, not just Doug and Rob)! Then the way back home became a 4WD experience as we went over the top of the mountains, down into the gullies and back finally to flat land. Only a little bit of slipping on rocks, a few white knuckles and the occasional OMG and we were back.
Then we followed the road to the boat ramp and found the most marvellous waterway I've seen this trip, so far. Tomorrow we investigate further with boats, fishing rods and swimmers. Can't wait!
Well enough excitement for the day so see you another time.
PS - An atheist gets into a 4WD and crosses himself, what does this mean?
You have to love us humans; a never ending source of amusement!

Day 34 - 37: The Pilbara and beyond

Hello from far north-west WA; some call it the Pilbara! It feels like we've been around the world and back again as we headed inland to escape the wind ( you might remember), and have now found a nice area to camp the night outside Karratha, on the side of a creek bed, with lovely trees but unfortunately just a few mozzies as well.
Since my last report we have seen some of Karagini NP and walked some, of the Dales Gorge. You may have noticed I said 'some' gorges as actually I only did one as some of the boys decided we really didn't need to see anymore, especially when it required taking your vehicle off-road and heaven forbid, get it dirty ( like every other vehicle around here).
We did meet up with Di and Alan Thomas from Bairnsdale who have also been travelling the outback, only in the reverse direction to us. Great to see them, but because we talked too long, also saw the beautiful Ferny Pool ( which the others didn't), Paul didn't want to hold the group up any further, so we had to ascend the gorge and walk the rim. The others made their way along the bottom,  which I wanted to do, but time didn't permit???.?
So this morning it was up and out of the park going onto Dampier to see Red Dog, big boats and Karratha where the mining industry is in full swing. I have never seen so many  'dongers'' where the fly in: fly out miners are accommodated during their shifts. I just wonder what will happen if and when the mining industry declines? Will these towns survive and if so what will be their reason for being here? Big prices they may make now, but what does the future hold?
Meanwhile back in the Karijini NP we had another film night, this time it was 'Australia' we put on and boy did we pull the crowd! It was three deep at times, all the vans (well almost) were there and seemed to enjoy themselves, even the family from Israel. As we were too late arriving to get into the real camp area, they put us in the overflow area, so we had the place to ourselves with ten other campers, tents and vans.
We were requested, by some of the others the next night, if we could put on another movie? All the boys were fired up until a gentleman came and explained "he couldn't talk to his partner, over the loud sound from the movie!", so the minority won - no movie. Damm!
Well we are to go back on the coast again tomorrow and take a chance on the wind not being there??.? To do some fishing (maybe again). We have lost Bec and Denis for the night as they went off to see their family up here at Point Samson. Maybe they will join us tomorrow on the coast or maybe Bec will want to stay with her grandchildren a bit longer. We will have to see what eventuates. Till then......
PS - We dropped Elaine off at Parabadoo to catch a flight home today as she was not enjoying the red dust enough and missing her grandchildren too much as well. Happy travelling Elaine; thanks for the snorkelling lesson though.

Day 31 - 33 ( I think, starting to lose track of days) Exmouth & Niingaloo

Well yesterday would have to be one of my best days on the trip. After the wind finally abated, we had the chance to explore Yardie Gorge, where beautiful colours of the gorge made for spectacular photography ( I hope). Then back to Turquoise Bay to try my hand at snorkelling in the gorgeous water and along the Niingaloo reef. Thanks to Elaine, I eventually got the right idea and the hang of snorkelling enjoying the underwater world provided by nature. Blue, striped, large, small, starfish, you name it it was there. Rob and Bec even seeing a reef shark!
After returning back to the Yardie Creek Homestead CP, we set up the projector again and invited all the immediate neighbours to a showing of Red Dog. Even though I have seen it before ( as most of us had), one couple who had just come from Dampier had not see the movie, but the real statue instead, thought it was fabulous.
We have now left the camp and are doing some exploration of Exmouth. There is certainly much construction here at present, with building marinas, homes etc. all very impressive but quite out of our price range. The cheapest block I saw in the real estate was $200,000. We are now heading inland (I think) to Karagini NP, for  hopefully some reprieve from the wind. WA they tell me now stands for Windy Aye! I can believe it.
Well until next time......

Day 29 & 30 - Bushy Bay and 14 mile beach

Wind, wind and more wind for the last 2 days, straight off the water, then off the land. No shelter, no facilities - you have got to love camping!
It's not all bad though, as Denis caught a lovely big Golden Trevally which was shared one night for tea and Doug entertained us once more with his hijinks. Well to be honest it was Elaine, more than Doug, but all the same it happened when they we both out together exploring the 4wd tracks at Bushy Bay. Going over a salt pan the first time the car got through, but on coming back down she went into the quagmire of black squishy sand. Elaine hitched a ride back to camp to get some help to tow them out, so Paul went down, but he also on a different path, got bogged.
Rob just happened to be on the radio to see what was happening and heard the cry for "help, we're all bogged, can you come and get us out!" So, after sorting out which car to take ( they were getting limited now), Rob took his car. On arriving to the pitiful site of 2 cars bogged, Rob tied onto Paul's unit and dragged him out quite easily, then it was on to Doug's car, a bit messier.
After all snatch straps and the winch were used it was time to drag Doug's car out and believe me it took several goes to be able to get it on clear ground. Black mud was the new look on everyone's feet, snatch straps etc and not even soap would remove the revolting stuff. Rob literally had to exfoliate his with sand to come clean.
After all these shenanigans, we went to 14 mile beach to camp for a few days. Nice water just below the Ningaloo reef, but with not many fish to be had, no services, wind, and swimming was limited due to tiger sharks - well we think we will continue onto Exmouth via Coral Bay for a look and then find a camp more inland away from the water for a while and let the wind die down. The locals tell us we will have the wind on the coast up until net Friday, so fishing is a bit useless at present.
My lovely husband had bought me a nice cappuccino now, so I'll sign off. Stay tuned for the next instalment, hopefully without inclement weather.

Day 27 & 28 - Kalbarri and Bushy Bay

Well we are now over the 26 parallel and officially in the North Western Australia. Our camp for the night is right on the beach ( well 50 ft off actually, 'cause the tide comes in and floods the sites otherwise). There is no shelter and we are hopefully of fish, but that doesn't look all that hopefully either.
Our trip here encompassed passing through Kalbarri and staying out at Murchison Station homestead, camped on the river banks. We finally caught up with Kaye and Shane, who looked well after finishing their stay of work recently at Denham. They are now off to Ledge Point CP to be assistant managers there, so life for these two is never dull. The disappointing part is they kept saying "have you seen this; have you seen that, you must see....." Unfortunately because of the amount of travel to get to a warmer climate our 'sightseeing' is a bit curtailed. Nevertheless, I am hopefully we will slow down shortly and some real tourist activities will begin.
Now to the little saga about our 'home wrecker' Bec McG. Well this so called nice person, stole a home from two love birds back at Nobby's head. On going to the toilet one day, Bec happened upon a 'deserted' nest ( so we thought). Bec was going to surprise her grandchildren in Karatha with it - "Linda has one, the kids will love it!"
Elaine that night goes to the toilet  and finds these poor lonely little swallows huddled up on the opposite corner of the nest place and on reporting back to camp, the big, bad Beccy, had to hand it back.
The following night the two love birds had settled either side of the nest, but were unsure if it might disappear again. We left the next day so hopefully they may have ventured back into their rightful place.
Needless to say poor Bec has shown complete remorse about the situation, but we are keeping her well away from any nest we find in the future. Old habits might die hard, so we can never be sure.

Day 24 - 26: Pinnicles and Nobbys Head

A quick hello while we are refuelling and re-watering at Geraldton.
We have had a lovely couple of days of sunshine and even broke out the shorts and t/shits. Some went swimming, but it isn't quite warm enough for me yet.
The Pinnicles were very interesting and quite beautiful. The scientists are still out on their theory as to why they are there, but one theory is it is petrified from Turat trees many 1000's of years ago.
Continuing on the Indian Coast Rd ( very pretty drive along the coast), we came to a free camp called Nobby's Head. Great place to camp with only 50 mt to the beach. White sand, with the water sheltered by the reef about 4 mile out. The boys (Denis and Doug) put their boats in and went fishing. Alas, Denis came back with nought, Doug the same.  Paul and Rob went fishing ( this time with bait, not just lures) and came back with fish. Not sure what they were, but at least they were fish. Some of it tasted okay on the BBQ that night, but some was meant to stay in the water, I think.
Elaine, Doug, Denis and Rob all went swimming and found lobsters! Unfortunately we think  it was out of season.
Woke up this morning to the wind getting up (one more time), and at 6:00am we had Denis asking Paul for his anchor as Doug's boat was drifting quite badly. The boys 'secured' the boat, so they thought on the seaweed, only to find the seaweed had disappeared along with boat now under water!
All this before breakfast made for entertainment to some back-packers as we winched, dug, rolled, bucketed, the boat to higher and safer ground.
After all the excitement it was then time to pack up and hit the road again. Heading into Geraldton, some crazy trees, growing at right angles made for some fantastic photo moments. Must be horribly windy at times along here is all I can say.
Oh, the other thing is that I have finally got some 'dirt' on Bec McG. She is a home wreaker; but I will keep that one till a bit later. Paul is in doing the shopping, so goodness knows what he is getting and how much it will cost. Had better run. Talk soon.

Check carefully on top of the crest: is this the home wreaker? or is it just Nobby's Head?

Day 22 & 23 - Sunshine at last!

Yesterday proved to be an exciting day  in more ways than one. Firstly, we caught the public transport and I must admit it all went pretty well, especially for those 'senior' members amongst us as public transport for seniors after 9:00am is free until 3:00pm each week day (at least). Quite pleasant trip into Perth taking us a small amount of time. Unfortunately none of us really knew where we were going, so when we got to the last stop, we were unaware we were the last ones sitting. The bus driver then politely said " this is the last stop"!
Well after high-tailing it out of there we then went to the main bus terminal and caught the next one to Freemantle. This was the longest 16 kms I've ever put in as we stopped ( so it seemed) every 50 mts to pick up someone or drop them off. We finally arrived in Freemantle about an hour later, just in time to meet up with Denis and Bec, who had already dropped their trailer off  for repairs to the window. A bite of lunch, quick look around the port and streets, then back on the bus again. This time the bus made good time as it was replacing a train (which were mostly out of service due to maintenance). But connection to the next bus was a bit more leg work, finally arriving back at camp about 3:00 pm. Whew, what a day on public transport. How people do this day in, day out is beyond me. It must be meditation to some I guess, but to me it seems a waste of time.
Now to the evening when we caught up with friends John and Marlyn Cordery after 32 years! Once again it was like yesterday we saw these couple and the conversation went well into the night before calling it quits. As per when we last saw them, little had changed: Marlyn is a great cook, John likes and knows his wine, so you could say it was a thoroughly enjoyable night. The only dampener on the night was unfortunately we could not help celebrate Doug's 70th birthday properly. We will have to wait until we can have a big fire at a free camp, before Paul can blow up his balloons and string his streamers to really celebrate.
Today we spent time at Kings Park in the middle of Perth. What a fabulous place! Spending only an hour or two was certainly not enough time, but the feel of the place was enough to whet the appetite for another time.
Heading up the highway and we have settled for the night in Cervantes which is near the Pinnicles, which hopefully we will get to see in the morning. Massive sand dunes seem to be the main focas in this area: the sand drift must be amazing. It looks like I imagine the Sahara. Once again time is getting away and so must I, so until we meet again......
Bad luck about Geelong not winning tonight. Sorry Baz!

Day 21 - Perth

We have arrived in the mighty Perth WA! Yes, it certainly is a city with all the traffic, people going everywhere and the hustle and bustle you expect of any city. We are in a caravan park not far from the airport, so instead of the gentle surf rolling in we are getting the roar of jet engines: I know which one I prefer, but one has to make sacrifices in this world.
Once again a day of domesticity - washing etc, so no real adventures to talk of yet. Tomorrow we go into the city via 'public transport' ( I have a paranoia of this but don't tell anyone).  Then we are to catch the ferry to Freemantle, have fish'n chips on the esplanade and then come home, or go to the park or ????.?
Denis has to get his new window for the camper fitted in the morning, so he and Bec will be off early, leaving the rest of us to our own devices. We are to catch up with friends of ours tomorrow, while Denis and Bec have some friends also to catch up with and Elaine hopes to catch up with her uncle. Seems we all have someone over here to say G'day to - Doug and Rob might have to amuse themselves, it seems.
The best part about a caravan park, beside washing facilities is of course the company you meet at 'happy hour'. Not only do you have different conversation to make, but you also learn a lot about places you might like to see or where the best fishing up the coast is etc. the only problem with this is you do tend to get carried away with the time and before you know it - happy hour goes into evening supper! Oh, never mind the sun will shine in the morning - I hope?.....

Day 20 - Part B

Well, I found out what the 3rd D was - it was no drugs! It should have been an ideal lifestyle except somewhere along the way disease got in the way and the whole lot of buildings were removed along with the people.
An apology to the old codger too; I found out later I didn't follow his trail, he doubled back early in the piece, so stuffed if I know who or what I was following. Still shows you though, don't follow old blokes on bikes as they can be very tricky and cover their  tracks by doubling back!
Oh, did I tell you I eventually found the other trail this afternoon and after following it the full way around found more history about the place. It was used as a mediation place for a Buddhist, who came here to get away from the monsoon in Thailand; it had a school with 10 students at one time and the children who grew up on the peninsula had a play-filled, wonderful upbringing with an adult at the ready to make billy-karts, go crabbing or explore the peninsula as they wished.
There is an enormous Turat tree here which the Swiss Family Robinson would find an awesome home as it has limbs in every direction and extremely high as well. Cubby houses would have been many and every limb would have had it's own set of flats I reckon.
Tonight we sat around the campfire eating our camp-oven stew. Bec made some damper ( very yum) and it was all finished off with philosophical discussion on many and varied topics. One for you at home - who has influenced you in your life and how?
Oh hark, what is that calling - only the damn dishes again. Bye!

Day 20 - Message to self - Part A

Dear diary: lesson number 785 - never follow old codger on bike as he will lead you to far away places you probably didn't want to go! This actually took me about 5 kms off track!
I was supposed to be following the walking trial to discover the conservation park history, as it has quite a diverse and interesting past. After the initial inhabitants  left/ removed the white settlers came and cut timber, grazed cattle and grew vegetables. They sent the timber to India as that's where the settlers came from originally. Next came the alternative lifestyle people - painter, writers, crafts people. They had 3 D rules: no dogs, no ...., no dole! ( too much information to retain for this old brain).  Alas this also didn't last long and here we now have the conservation park.
Actually Australind, which is the area we are in, is a combination of Australia and India: neat yeh?
Well it is now lunchtime, so will continue Part 2 later. See you soon.

Day 18 & 19 - Due North

There was tension in the camp last night as my dearly beloved husband put me under some stress unduly! Firstly, for some reason I have become "chief camp finder" for the group even though there are several others with camps books, etc and when I didn't have the exact details km for km of where to go I got the "you should know" conversation. Secondly, I was accused of not being able to put up the annexe properly, which was not the case, just his impatience and to top it all off one of the other members - who shall remain nameless - tried to interrupt our domestic disputes so he received a 'bird' for his efforts!
Anyway enough of the tardy business of camping, now onto the good bits. As you can tell by the headline we have made a north turn and are finally heading towards warmer and hopefully less wet climates. Talking of wet, yes you guessed it, once again it was wet last night, very wet. To the point that we actually had a moat around our camper. Good way to keep the creepy crawlers out I guess, or those neighbours you don't want.
We had a lovely camp last night as well surrounded by giant Karri trees and even some Sequoia trees as well.
We had walked 'with giants' earlier in the day through ancient forests and tree tops in a Tingle Forrest. Didn't actually find the big Jarrah tree, but went through tons of magnificent stands of eucalyptus trees of all variety.
Today we went to the most south westerly point of Australia to Cape Leeuwin where the Indian and Southern oceans meet. Lovely scenery and a nice day to enjoy the ocean. A very interesting history on the lighthouse and naval wrecks.
Then it was onto Margaret River and a small wine taste was had, just cause we were here, finally parking for the night in a conservation park out of Bunbury. Well the veggies  are nearly cooked so better get on with it. Tune in soon for some more adventures.

Day 17 - Reflection and rest day

Have finished all the washing, done the shopping and now sitting back and updating the blog, bills, emails etc while Paul watches the V8's in the beautiful camp kitchen we have here in Albany.
Denis had to watch his footy last night (although Essendon didn't quite make the grade) - no doubt Nick (back home) will be happy though with the Hawks taking the points!
More rain again today but at least we can be out of the more inclement stuff with the amenities of the park.
Actually because of the weather (and the V8s) we haven't ventured very far into Albany so I'm none the wiser as to its history. Rob has been out all day, exploring, so hopefully he will come back with some interesting facts and historical stories.
Once again while I have the time I'll let you in on some funny incidents along our way:

• Rob (Doc) the other morning has his kettle on but got way-laid with the beautiful frosty morning we had in camp. Away he went with his camera and the kettle was 'whistleing Dixie' by the time he came back. (Actually I'd turned it off as I could appreciate the moment, just as he did).
• Doug and Elaine - have had their moments setting up and pulling down the camper trailer in the wind and rain. This type of climate would test any relationship.
• Speaking of Elaine she paid a whopping $1.60 for an apple at Eucla; to make it even worse it wasn't even a nice one!
• Doug has lost, found, lost and re-found his telephone several times. Not sure on the status of the phone at present.
• I went out photographing the other day and couldn't understand why my camera wouldn't take the shot. Alas, I had forgotten to put the SD card back in after downloading photos onto the computer! (Even the best of us do stupid things!)
• Paul and Doug went squidding the other day and although Doug swears he squirted all the ink out, Paul still came back covered in black ink, from feet to head - even in his hair, making a slippery mess requiring a hot shower! Doug is still laughing about the incident - sadist!
• Elaine befriended some back-packers the other day and feed them honey Calamari. They kept coming back for more, so must have appreciated the Aussie/Kiwi diet.
• Paul bending over the other morning to light the fire and ripppp - there goes his trousers. Needless to say with most of the others covered in squid ink, we have had to purchase a few new pairs.
• Denis and Bec - I still haven't any real dirt on them except I don't think they qualify as 'campers' anymore in their Kimberly Caravan. We don't see them in the frosty mornings until the frost is melted. That's not camping in my book!
• Someone - who will remain nameless - was watching movies in his camper 2 nights in a row, only to not see the end of either. One he went to get some tablets the next, he fell asleep. Ah, what a good woman would do for the man!

Well enough of the chit chat, V8s have finished and it's time to think about what's on the menu tonight for tea. Until next time......



The gang!

Day 16 - Albany

Well we have arrived in Albany and guess what? Yes, it's raining again and of course it is washing day! Oh yeh! Can't complain too much as last night we had a fabulous night at the 'movies' thanks to my intrepid husband and his band of tricks! Projector, sound system, screen ( sheet), and computer. Throw in some of Robin's movies on his hard-drive and you have outback theatre. James Bond in Quantum of Solace never looked so grand.
We had stopped for the night at a lovely old school site called Fitzgerald, where we had the place to ourselves and lots of firewood for our cooking and heating. There was a shelter and nice flat areas to park campers, so things were very amenable to all of us.
There is no-one at Fitzgerald now, but the old site still has remnants of the school and its hey-day. 95 children used to go to the school and they still have a native garden (of sorts) with names of past families sprinkled throughout the area. A bit sad really, to see this was once a thriving community and now left for nomad campers to wonder about and imagine what it might have been like. I guess this is only one of many areas around Australia in the same sorry state.
Tomorrow we will not doubt go for a look around Albany and see what it has to offer. It has a huge whaling history that I know a bit about, but more information would be good.
To help pass the time this morning while driving, on our UHF radios we had a quiz on:

• Native flora emblems of  Australia
• Native fauna emblems of Australia 

Can you guess what the flower for WA is? Do you know what native animal is for WA? What about the bird for WA? ...........

Go google! See you next time.

Day 13 - 15 - Cape le Grand WA

Well as you can see the Nullabour is well and truly behind us and we have been staying out at Cape Le Grand NP near Esperance. Talk about beautiful! White sand, granite rocks and turquoise water - absolutely magnificent! Only July and the wildflowers are awesome. In fact, almost mind boggling as every new step you take, there is a new species. My photography is in overload.
Talking about photography I had a wonderful  moment the other morning when we woke up to a winter wonderland. I never knew spinifex could be so beautiful as it was covered in frost and the in the sunshine it made look like crystals. In fact the cobwebs and all the trees were covered in frost making it colourful all round as the sun shone and glistened on it all.
Back to Cape le Grand and the fishing for the boys has been better. Denis caught some nice salmon and then Robin & Paul some great squid. Actually the were huge squid but still tasted all very nice in the lemon juice, salt and pepper.
Well once again time is of the essence with Internet connection and I will have to move off.
Just a short note on the missing rod holder of Denis'. We have found it! Doug put it inadequately under his boat and forgot it was there. Surprise, surprise all has ended well for the rod holder, rods and Denis. Doug we're not too sure about?
Till next time enjoy some more photos.

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Day 11 & 12 - Western Australia

As I'm waiting for the kettle to boil at the Madura Pass, thought I'd get into my blog.
We have made it across the Nullabor and although it was very wet and windy, found time to look out across the bight and take some lovely photos.
We stayed at Mundrabilla Roadhouse last night to celebrate Denis' birthday amid much frivolity and fun. It was nice to not have to cook when the conditions weren't very nice. The friendly staff at the roadhouse staff (Lynn) made the night with her friendly banter in her lovely English accent.
Hoping for better conditions from here on in, as we have been through some very trying ones.
Fowlers Bay was pretty but oh so windy. Tried the fishing but after the lines came back into shore it was time to give up. That night the wind really came up and our tarp collapsed, Denis' window broke, after falling off, and Doug's canopy was torn down; all in all not a good night.
Well today is off to a good start and hopefully the weather will continue to shine on us from here on, so till next time.......
P.S. why to all the women leave dirty toilet paper at these free stops? Please pick them up and put them in the appropriate place!

Day 9 & 10 - Turn the corner

I'm sitting in the car at Ceduna waiting on everyone to finish last minute shopping before heading into Fowlers Bay.
We spent a horrible night at Streaky Bay when 70 kms winds came in overnight and nearly blew us away. The tide had come right up to the front of the camper so hooking it onto the Toyota was a bit of a trial. So bad was the weather this morning we took to the Bakery in town for a nice cappuccino and croissant! ( life isn't all bad, even in trying circumstances).
After getting out of Streaky Bay we headed north to try and find a spot for the day out of the wind, which we finally did at Acraman Conservation Area. Hidden away behind mallee trees in amongst sand dunes it was time to relax, read a bit and keep warm. The rain continued for most of the day but we had tarps up everywhere to help keep us dry.
On the road again this morning and finally caught up to Doug and Elaine, quite by chance in Ceduna. They were just taking off as we came around the corner, so after a small chase to wave them down, we are now all together again. Well we are fuelled and heading towards the Nullabor so see you soon.

Day 7 & 8 - Wild, wild weather!

Hi all, here I am again but this time sitting in the camp kitchen at the Streaky Bay Caravan Park, as the weather is horrible. It has been blowing all morning and now the rain has set in. Just as well the washing was done yesterday - well most of it anyway.
The boys did get some fishing in yesterday and brought home a nice bag of squid for tea last night. Along with a roast meal cooked by Bec and Denis' new Weber Q, a few red wines around the campfire and life was looking pretty rosy - until this morning.
We had been warned to turn the van around by the Park lady as she had heard from Ceduna that strong winds (gale force) were heading our way today and even worse tomorrow! 50 kms tomorrow, so not sure if we will move or ride out another day here hoping for a break in the wind at least.
I don't relish the thought of going into strong head-winds across the Nullabour.
Met a nice young man travelling on his own from WA, heading to Newcastle to see his Grandmother (what a fine young man),  who also pointed out some good fishing spots to the boys as well.
I thought while a had a moment I'd to tell you about some of the funny things that have happened so far on our trip. Things like:

• Doug one night trying to put up his camper in the dark, couldn't find his tent pegs when Paul says " Are these them Doug?" they were propping up his camper while we were getting things out from underneath! It was a stressful night.
• Paul's boat became flooded when he failed to pull it up properly overnight. With the wind blowing it, it drifted sideways and ended up filling up with water. Hopefully no real damage done - but oh, my husband!
• I took the 'scenic route' through Gawler and headed in the wrong direction. We were supposed to be going to Burra, but ended up at Mallala.
• Denis took over the lead in Clare (told you it was scenic) and started heading back to Gawler until his Mrs Navman kicked in and said "do a U-turn, do a U-turn)!
• Denis had a rod-holder taken at Nelson. It was up against Doug's house and one minute there: next gone. So if you see a rod-holder with Denis McGrath on it, with a nice Bream rod - ask for it back will you, 'cause whoever took it should not have!
• Robin (Doc) had some of Bec's Glenfidich whiskey one night and when cooking his peas, didn't actually find any on his plate. Unfortunately when he tipped the water out, his peas decided to go as well. Well, the were Surprise Peas!

Well until next time - see you around Australia somewhere.


Streaky Bay SA - on the beach in fine weather.

Day 5 & 6 - Streaky Bay SA

Hi all, we have just arrived in Streaky Bay following another rain-filled night at Mt Remarkable. We had to eat our tea under the canopy of the camper and then straight to bed to listen to the radio and the cricket. Bad luck the Aussies only missed by 14 runs: we'll get them next time!
Called in at Port Augusta and replenished "stuff" ( alcohol for one), then it was onto the turnoff that said Western Australia - finally heading in the right direction.
Passed acres and acres of grain crops all looking fabulous. Ireland would be pleased to see such greenery. Actually we have not seen anything resembling dry or drought conditions our whole trip. Water running in most creeks, so hopefully this goes over to the west and wildflowers will be spectacular!
We are stopping here a few days to catch up on washing, the boys can catch some fish????, and wait for Doug and Elaine to catch up, so tomorrow I will download a few more photos and update again, hopefully this time with tales of whiting, squid and the like. Stayed tuned!
P.S. for all the people back home following the blog - hi and thanks for your support along the way.
Cheers for now.

Day 3 & 4 - Rain

After spending a lovely time in Nelson - the boys going fishing and the girls walking, we headed out of town to a nice spot along the Glenelg River for the night. All was going well except the rain had different ideas and down she came! It rained pretty constantly throughout the night and in the morning there was a river travelling through our camp. (The camp was called Dry Creek, but unfortunately forgot its name that night)!
The next day we packed up in the rain, and travelled to Mt Gambier for breakfast at Maccas. I know it is not real camping, but it was nice to get in out of the wet for a while.
Back on the road and onto Kingston, where we left Doug for a few days to wait for Elaine and catch us later down the road. More rain throughout the day, but we finally made it into Mannum on the Murray where the weather improved and we had a great night beside the big river.
Till next time.

Day 2 - Nelson

Woke up this morning to a very crisp morning, as there was no firewood left, had to be content with wooly jackets, scarves and gloves.
Travelled onto Portland to have morning tea, and review my past heritage of the Macfarlane's, who arrived in this port 4 generations ago. Collected some firewood along the roadside and finally made it into Nelson where we are to stay a day or two for the boys to go fishing in the Glenelg River. Supposed to be a good Bream area, so we will see how good their  skills are when tested tomorrow.
One of our travellers owns a house in Nelson, so we have propped at his place till Saturday.
The farmland we  crossed today is some of the richest farming land in Australia ( according to Wikipedia) and I would certainly believe it as it was very green, well kept country with various animals grazing: sheep, dairy and beef cattle. Not very much cropping though which did surprise Paul and I. Well once again it is starting to cool down, but at least tonight we have a gas heater in the house to keep us warm!
Talk soon...

D Day

Well, we have finally left home albeit a bit later than we had arranged. No problems, after all we are now in holiday mode.

A safe travel so far with little interruption. Decided to go the Princes Hwy through Colac and Camperdown, where we have now camped for the night. VERY chilly, but a beautiful camp park, up on hill outside Camperdown, next to a crater lake. Quite an interesting view, with magnificent old deciduous trees in the foreground and lakes in the distance.

Didn't have enough wood for the fire so all the party have retired for the night. Really quite pathetic - all tucked in their various campers, I guess it shows you we are getting old and used to life's little comforts. Never mind tomorrow will find a lovely day hopefully and onto Nelson for our first bit of fishing for the boys. Till then

Camper set-up

Hi all; only 5 sleeps to go! In the meantime I thought I might explain what our camping arrangements are like. Many people ask me "What have you got? Camper or caravan? " The answer is - neither or both, depending on your point of view.
You see our set-up is home-built, by Paul, about 10 years ago. The camper has followed us around the Kimberley's (twice), Northern Territory, outback Australia (including full-on dust storms) and will continue to be our camping unit for the next foreseeable future. Why? Because it goes anywhere - and believe me we have tested it out a lot!! It is very easy to set up and pack up - all of 10 mins and it is compact, with no frills. Some might say - basic, but I prefer to call it practical.
As you can see it looks very much like a go-kart or motor bike trailer (this is actually what the design has been taken from) with modifications.

Pumping tyres after coming off Buchanan Hwy, WA

The back doors open out with a stove on one side and the sink on the other. Inside it has shelving down the back for a pantry on one side, utensils etc on the other. It has 2 single beds which makes for more comfortable sleep, with less disruption getting into or out of bed.
Up the front we have more shelving to house our clothes, shoes jackets etc. and behind one of the beds is an area for the fridge.
There are water tanks under both beds for storage area for first-aid kits, hoses etc.
As I said before, all very compact, but practical.
We tow this unit with a Toyota ute, with a canopy on the back, filled with all the camping essentials, like:

• Camp ovens
• Shovels
• Chainsaws or axe
• Tarps
• Freezer (for all the fish the boys will catch!!!!????)
• Outboard motor with fuel cans
• Radio - for flying doctor (hopefully never to be needed).
• Many, many batteries

We also have the tinny on top with all the fishing rods, tackle boxes, yabby nets to go!
Well time is certainly moving along quickly now. I probably won't blog until on the road - so see you soon.

Welcome

Hi all my travel family and friends, welcome to my new blog. I hope you will keep an eye open for our adventures as we head west in a few days time. At present it is full of things to be done before we go like:

• Get tax to the accountant
• Pay the bills
• Arrange postage
• Make sure the house is tidy - clean fridge, grass mowed, throw compost out and finally - PACK!

I can't really get excited at present as there is too much work to be done; and it all has to be done in the last week.
Paul is all packed and rearing to go already but I'm afraid it will be driving out the driveway before I can relax and "get excited".
We are heading off with another couple, and maybe 2 others on our journey; not sure on the final line-up just yet. No doubt we will have fun regardless of who actually makes it.
Well I'd better get on with something else for now, but keep in the loop by watching and commenting on my blog.