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Published: July 27th 2012
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Lucky Bay
Whitest Beach in Australia. Coley and French Lad I woke up this morning and the first thing I did was make sure I was still alive. Sweet, no crazy axe-murderer had killed me during the night! I looked over and Cole was asleep still holding a hurley in one hand and his penknife in the other (he sleeps by the door). Great I thought he wasn’t dead either. Better get up and do something so then.
We ate an uneasy breakfast as the other lad was up and about as well taking down his tent and stuff like that. As we were taking down our tent the man approached me and said something in English but with a thick accent. When he repeated himself at my request I learned that he was named Mikel and he was French. He asked where we were going today! I said I wasn’t sure and called Cole over as I knew he still had the Knife in his pocket. We finally told him we were going for a look at Lucky Bay (where we camped) and then we were going back as far as Frenchman’s Peak. I could see his eyes light up. He said that was where he was going and
could he get a spin with us. Ara sure what could we do only give him a spin, another story to tell and all that like!
We finished packing the gear and drove down to the beach at lucky bay which turned out to be literally around the corner from where we camped. The beach at Lucky bay has been voted the whitest beach in Australia as to be fair it was very white! Again, it was an overcast day and the thinking was that on a fine summer’s day this would have been paradise. An enclosed bay with white sand and the bluest water you’d see….heaven!
Frenchman’s Peak is a mountain in Cape le Grand National Park, the same park as Lucky Bay, so we arrived there with the French lad in no time at all. We decided we were going to scale it as all the guide books say that the view is spectacular and not to be missed. A sign told us it was a 2 hour return. As we scaled the mountain, Cole and I joked that this was probably going to be this pyscho’s perfect kill! It wasn’t though for a finish, we
got talking to him and he actually seemed sound enough although a little strange. We reached the summit after about half an hour (Ok maybe it’s not a mountain but a glorified hill) and were taken aback by the view! Again a 360 degree view greeted us of the entire National Park. Hills, mountains, coastline, islands, beaches, the whole lot! Even the mountain itself was stunning! A strange formation at the summit, entailing of a cave and rock jutting out the side made for postcard like photos which as Colman said he “just couldn’t stop taking photos”.
The decent took about the same as the assent and when we reached the bottom we asked the French lad what he was going to do form here as we were miles (about 40) from anywhere. He said he had to get back to Esperance for the rest of his luggage and then he was off to Kalgoorlie to see some outback! Feeling sorry for him or maybe just being the mighty citizens that we are we offered him a spin back to Esperance. We left him off in the middle of town. Discussing the affair after with Cole, I told him
Me at Summit
Looking bate out I was thinking of offering him a spin as far as Norseman (200 km short of Kalgoorlie along or path, but we turn off here), only the smell of BO off of him told me to think twice about it. Cole agreed in full and we still felt happy we had our good deed done for the day.
Before we got back to town though, we stopped off at a place that Cole had found in a brochure the day before. Stonehenge! That’s right Stonehenge! What a laugh we thought, an exact scale replica of Stonehenge in Cornwall England landed in someone’s back yard in WA. We stopped, had a quick chat with the owner’s daughter, hup out that, and strolled away down to “Stonehenge”. It was like what you’d expect really from seeing photos of Stonehenge. We got our photos and took on again, making sure to say goodbye to the daughter on our way out!
Back into Esperence, dropped off our serial killer and headed off for Norseman. Norseman is the last major town before the Nullarbor. We only stopped once along the way turning off the highway briefly to visit the site of the former
township of Dundas, which used to be a mining town until more gold was found at Norseman and the town died. They was nothing there really and after reading a sign saying if you went father on the “tourist route” you risked getting bogged, we turned around an got back on the highway.
We reached Norseman at about 3 and stopped into the local information centre (these centres are in every Australian town and are really very helpful, a credit to the country). The lady there was brilliant (Cole told her I’d give her a good write up on the blog), telling us where we could camp, what was do see and do around the place, and all the info we would need for the Nullarbor. In all honestly there was very little to do around Norseman apart from one lookout, which to its credit you could see for miles, so after it was back to the camp and update the blog!
That’s where we’re at now and we’re taking of for the Nullarbor in the morning (Please God)
Best of luck to Kilbrittain vs Ballyhea on Saturday in case I can’t update this before then!
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