I think the last blog left us at Worroora Station, at 14 Mile Camp, so let’s go back to there…
The 18th, we spent a very lazy day doing not much apart from a bit of tidying up and doing fun stuff like emptying portaloo’s. Fun times… We ended up with Craig and Dale in our caravan for dinner since the wind was worse than ever (if that’s at all possible!). We had a great night, a few drinks and played some (rather, a lot of) cards.
Saturday (19th) was another action day, we headed into Coral Bay for most of the day. We started off going into the dunes south of the new-ish boat ramp and got a little way up before some people on four wheelers told us that there was someone in a 4WD that was stuck further up. We got to him a couple of k’s further south, he’d made it through all the sand dunes, and had got stuck on the beach. Matt was laughing afterwards, he said the guy didn’t even know if he had it in 4WD or not! So, after pulling him out of the sand (he was pretty thankful), we headed a bit further down the beach to Five Finger Reef where we stayed for an hour or so while Matt and Craig put their lines in. Craig caught the only one this time, as you’ll see in the photos. We headed into town after that, straight to the pub where we had lunch overlooking the actual bay of coral, very nice! Lunch was followed by snorkelling amongst the coral, fish and a couple of turtles, I only wished I had’ve had an underwater camera! A quick trip to the supermarket for the world’s most expensive jar of coffee, then we headed back down the coast to 14 Mile for dinner and cards again (love those cards! J).
We decided that we’d had enough of the relentless/blowing/howling/gale force/annoying (insert your favourite in here) wind, so packed up on Sunday and headed into Carnarvon. Matt and I had to stop at the entrance to the station to put our level-rides back on the caravan, and Craig and Dale were waiting for us there. As soon as I got out of the car Dale showed me these gorgeous little green bird-looking flower/leaves. It’s hard to explain, so there’s a photo of them to show you. Dale was telling me her grandpa had been a lighthouse keeper and her grandma had brought one of the bushes back to Busselton with her after they’d done a stint in the north-west at one of the lighthouses up there. How cool is that?! A lighthouse keeper! J
So, we left the windy coast and headed south again, back to good old Carnarvon. Craig and Dale cooked up a feast of roast dinner, and we “went over to their place” for dinner. Had a pretty early night so we could get organised and get going early the next morning.
