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Published: November 20th 2012
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Arriving on a beautiful warm day, Lucky Bay was one of the most picturesque places we have visited on our trip so far. A long clean beach with squeaky fine white sand, small perfectly formed waves, freshwater streams to the water’s edge, impressive rock outcrops and azure blue water made it a scene to behold. Only problems were the 50 million flies per person. Wish we had fly nets like the ones Yvonne, Chris and other workers in this south western corner of the country seem quite happy to wear. We were guilty of stripping a small twig from a bush to use as a fly swat. This proved better than no protection at all.
The shorts came out of the cupboard again as the temperature soared to 33 degrees. Forgetting the wisdom of not hiking in the middle of the day we set off for Thistle Bay on an easy rated walking trail. Up steep steps, over sloping rocks, through dense vegetation we marched, wondering what those walks rated as difficult would be like. There were a few with such ratings. Finally we were rewarded with another picturesque bay with deliciously icy water that helped to cool us down
before the hour long walk back home.
The afternoon’s programme again featured fishing, so Greg dutifully armed himself and headed for the beach. No luck again! But someone else had luck catching a 75cm Taylor. His story had been the same as Greg’s until he cast his first line at Lucky Bay and whammo what a score. There is hope yet!
One of the unusual features of Lucky Bay were the local kangaroos. They move on to the beach to drink from the small fresh water streams, but then they forage amongst the seaweed and look for anything edible washed up on shore. It appears that they have learned to supplement their diet with seaweed, fish bits and bait. While Greg was fishing they gathered around, hoping for something. One happily chewed up a small squid when Greg had no further use for it as bait!
The forecast had been for a storm to hit the region late in the afternoon. Thunder and lightning was to be expected as well as high winds and possible rain, so everyone was battening down the hatches and packing things away as much as possible. Anticipation was high, but what an
anti-climax. Not so much as a rumble, though the winds certainly did kick in the following day as did a little drizzle.
After abandoning any plans to go walking, we decided to head back to Esperance to complete some shopping and business. It was a scary drive as we were buffeted sometimes from behind and sometimes from the side by very strong and gusty winds. Greg found coming out of the shelter of the forest plantations into strong cross winds quite frightening. With only a short distance to go and no places to pull over and shelter, we pressed on sighing with relief when we finally found a park in the CBD of Esperance. We completed the things we needed to do, had lunch and spent several hours in the local library filling in time before heading to our next destination just 20 kms away. Thankfully the wind had dropped a little by the time we were ready to leave.
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