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Published: June 15th 2013
We leave Leeman behind and travel along the coastline to Port Denison, Dongara and then into Geraldton.
We are going to Coronation Bay, a beachside camp 30ish kilometers from the city. It’s a stunning view as we drive down the big hill into the camp. We are here for the weekend, the weather is beautiful, and it’s hot enough to get out on the beach in my bathers. Hooray.
The fishing’s no good, with the reef just off the shore; there is too much weed and rocks as well. I manage to catch a reef cod, but throw him back where he came from.
The sunsets are lovely along the coast, and I add another one to the collection. We do some sightseeing in Geraldton, they are working all along the foreshore, and it’s lovely with green lawns and shady areas to sit in. We go to Coles, it’s the best place to shop! Prices really are DOWN DOWN, compared to that other big chain.
On to the little hamlet of Horrocks where we stay one night at a lovely seaside town, a walk along the beach and out to the jetty blows the
cobwebs out that’s for sure. Blowing a gale and too awful for fishing. There’s an old guy out on the jetty but he doesn’t last long.
Port Gregory with the beautiful pink lake is a picture when we come upon it, it’s an unbelievable sight. They harvest the carotene from this lake, it’s certainly very very pink.
Pull into a very nice park at Kalbarri, right on the waterfront, what a beautiful place this is. We set up, and set off to do all the short walks, it’s really hot, and I peel off clothes as we go, and have to drink lots of water.
The Indian Ocean is a bright blue shining mass of water as we trek down all the tracks, the natural bridge, the eagles nest, pot alley, mushroom rock, rainbow valley and red bluff among them.
In the evening I take the fishing rod down to the river mouth and I do catch a little fishy, but he's really a baby, the dolphins come in and get their tea right out in front of us, which is pretty special.
Next morning starts with a walk to the PO and I find
myself with a friend on the way. As I stop to take photos of the sun rise, she lays at my feet, happy to have company. Two local ladies come along with their three dogs and I worry that “my dog” might fight! But no, after some examination of the dog tags, we find that Lily is lost. I ring the owner and she comes to pick up her 17 year old cattle dog. No wonder she was puffing!
Off again we spend the night at Galena Bridge on the Murchison River. I spend the afternoon hunting and gathering wood. I want to have a camp fire tonight. I spend a lot of time looking up in the trees, as there are a lot of Australian Ring necks and other little birds flitting about. Gregs giving the car a going over and changing the tires. Then we go up the river bed to have a look at the rocks. I find a nice lump of crystal quartz that will look good in my hothouse.
Happy hour beside the campfire turns bad when I find that I have had a tick, in the same place Beth, as the last
one! Then I burn my finger on a piece of stick! So it’s not all beer and skittles! I did fall over too, but I won’t say anything about that. Regardless, it’s a beautiful night with the thousand star blanket overhead, which is more than money can buy.
We leave The Batavia coast behind as we travel up the highway towards Carnarvon, stopping at the roadhouse at Billabong, there is no Jolly Swagman outside at the petrol pump, with it being $1.68.9 a litre. And no Mrs Jolly Swagman inside with the sandwiches, two pieces of bread and a scraping of egg and lettuce at $6.80. $4s for ten chips. It’s three minute noodles for me, and bikkies, cheese and salami for him! Much better.
Major moment we have just crossed the 26th
parallel, and I have to take off my long sleeve top for a singlet, we are approaching a mountain like structure, which I call a mesa, and Greg turns up the track and we go to the top. The view is wonderful, and we decide to stay the night in this unique spot. We are up here with the eagles and the crows and five
other vans.Other campers have made a cairn leaving all sorts of paraphernalia, and there’s a little gnome garden as well.
Later it starts to rain and the wind starts to blow, we have to get out of bed and pull down the top, or we will be blown off this mountain! It rains all night, and it’s still going when we drive down onto the highway at 7.30am.There’s a good roadhouse 20ks up the road and the egg and bacon sammy is nice with a hot cup of coffee. A nice girl at the counter. And the price is right!
Further along we find the road flooded and we have to crawl over, it's not very deep. “Don’t move off the highway,” we were told at the roadhouse, so its good when we see a wide load approaching that we actually have some gravel to park on as they pass by.
This stretch is much like The Nullabor, with long straights and low vegetation. But living off this plain are wild goats! Herds of them, and also sheep, we decide that there are also shoats, heads like goats and woolly bodies! We come into Carnarvon and line
up behind two other Taswegian vans and check into our park for the weekend.
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