kalbarri to Monkey Mia

Kalbarri

Thursday, April 7^th

We woke to find a few drops of rain on the windscreen and a strong wind blowing. This was not going to be a good beach day! A visit to the Tourist Info Centre confirmed this as the swell was high, therefore snorkelling and reef fishing not recommended. Ah, there’s always ‘plan B’.

Although the coastline around Kalbarri was explored by Europeans in the early seventeenth century the actual town of Kalbarri did not come into existence until 1951 and seemingly it exists today just as a tourist destination. The history of the area is one of shipwrecks – the coast is treacherous and entry to the Murchison River involves navigation around the reef. In 1712 a Dutch ship named the Zuytdorp was wrecked on a reef north of Kalbarri. It is claimed that the ship sunk with a bullion of 100 000 guilders and pieces of eight aboard. By the eighteenth century it had become commonplace for Dutch ships to round the Cape of Good Hope, sail west along the Roaring Forties, and then sail north along the West Australian coast towards the Dutch East Indies with many ending up wrecked along the reefs in this area.

In 1839 Lieutenant George Grey, while attempting to explore North West Cape, was shipwrecked near the mouth of the Murchison. He was forced to walk back to Perth and thus became the first white explorer to travel along the coastal strip of the Central West.

The Kalbarri NP with its spectacular scenery and red rock gorges cut from the landscape by the Murchison River became our new focus for the day. I bought a fly veil which Graeme quickly commandeered and we were grateful for our hats and shirts as when the sun came through the clouds it was very hot. Not something to try when the temperature is much above 30 as in the gorges it can be up to 10 degrees hotter. The scenery made the 30+km trip on corrugated roads worthwhile. The green river contrasted with the sandy beaches and the red rocks. Beautiful!

Back in town after lunch, Graeme fished without luck at Chinaman’s Point while I swam at the main river beach. It was lovely to have a relaxing afternoon of reading, cooking (for GVS) and doing very little. Our caravan park was situated opposite the river and the view was lovely, the breeze strong and the pool water cool.

Instead of going into town for dinner – Graeme has been desperate to have crayfish – we opted for joining the caravan park owners and fellow travellers for a BBQ. We thought that it would be good to have company after a few days on our own, however we probably should have gone out to eat!

Kalbarri to Monkey Mia

Friday, April 8^th

Happy Birthday, Stuart.

A trip to Monkey Mia was not the plan, it just worked out that way!

After a pleasant walk along the Kalbarri walk/cycle track to Blue Holes beach where some surfers were enjoying the swell and the off-shore wind, we packed up and drove south along the NP, stopping to visit a number of the scenic views. At the Natural Bridge lookout we saw 2 large pods of dolphins – about 15-20 dolphins in each – and a large sealion swimming along the cliff edge. The scenery was pretty but not as spectacular as the gorges, so we headed out along the gorges road and called in at another 2 sites, where once again the views were wonderful and each different to the other.

We had planned on stopping just a few km up the main highway but decided that we would be prepared to drive on .... and on....and on, as each of the selected camp sites was unsuitable. Eventually we phoned  Tourist Info in Denham and booked a free camp site but when we arrived at Fowlers Camp around 5pm we discovered that we couldn’t take our 2WD up the sandy hill, so we continued on and eventually paid $30 to stay at the car park at Monkey Mia! They called it an ‘unpowered site’ but that’s romanticising it!!!

Monkey Mia, Denham and Goudrey Bluff

Sat. April 9^th

We were up early to see the dolphins. As we stood at the beach waiting, we saw some in the water and knew that we were lucky as on the previous day none had come in near the shore. Eventually about 12 came in, including the 5 adult females that are fed a small amount of their daily diet here each morning. It took a long time for them to come right in to feed and although we saw them up to 5 metres away, the event did not fulfil the tourism brochures’ expectations. The process was very well explained and quite entertaining, however we could not recommend the 130+ each way drive just to see this, when there are dolphins in Western Port and Port Philip Bays.

A 2.5 walk along the red ridge and then the beach was well-signed and interesting, although it was too late in the morning to see many birds at the water hole. A swim in the refreshing sea was a perfect way to end the morning, especially as we had access to the showers at the ‘resort’.

At Denham we visited the Shark Bay World Heritage Discovery Centre which was very interesting and well arranged in a new building. The history of Shark Bay, its importance as a marine habitat, the dolphins, dugongs, stromatalites, shells, oyster farming, shipwrecks, Dirk Hartog Island, Aboriginal history – past and present – were all covered.

A late lunch in the shade on the water’s edge was followed by a short drive down the coast. We stopped at Eagle Bluff along the way and walked out on the boardwalk where we saw many lemon sharks, up to 1.5m long, cruising close to the rocks below. The binoculars were put to good use!

From there it was on to Goudrey Bluff, our free camp for the evening. This was spectacular!! The tide was out and the sand bars were actually made up of millions of little, perfect shells. There were small sharks that looked like yellowish rays with long tails and many fish in the shallow inlet and bigger sharks along the shoreline. The scenery was beautiful, swimming refreshing and the whole experience amazing as we were the only ones there .... until just before sunset when other travellers came for the night. We watched the sun set over the Indian Ocean, the tide creep up and quietly engulf the pools and trees, and counted our many blessings.

Dongara to Kalbarri via Geraldton

Wed., April 6^th

The short drive from Dongara to Geraldton was once again through the massive wheat belt. Geraldton is a city of over 37,000 people so the supermarket, petrol station and service beckoned.

I walked in the hot sun up to the impressive HMAS Sydney memorial, set on a hill top with a view of the port and town. Graeme and I went to the Regional Art Gallery where we saw some marvellous works that had been entered in the recent and new art competition. The gallery space, in the refurbished Town Hall, was wonderful and the city is lucky to have such a prominent building to use for art.

A drive around the well-developed and attractive foreshore, beaches etc. confirmed for us the need to move on to less populated regions, so off we set towards Kalbarri, and although we probably will regret the lost opportunity to visit the museum with its Batavia exhibition, the heat and need to be settled early in the day prevailed.

We drove to picturesque Northampton, and recorded history of this area dates back to 1629 with the wrecked Dutch ship Batavia and two men being marooned at the mouth of the Murchison River. Copper was first discovered in WA at Wannernooka in 1842, with lead then being discovered in 1848. Many lovely and interesting buildings line the main road, including two great hotels.

Back on the road, we saw a convict hiring station near Port Gregory that was established and used around 1853-1856, a reminder that WA was also built using convicts, despite the early desire not to do so. A little further on was the Pink Lake, a series of salt ponds from which beta carotene is extracted.

A brief stop at Wagoe Chalets indicated a very loose use of the term ‘chalet’ and proved to be an unsuitable overnight stop for us, so we drove the extra 20km to Kalbarri, where we stayed in a caravan park and enjoyed the facilities, including a swimming pool!!

Kalbarri

Thursday, April 7^th

We woke to find a few drops of rain on the windscreen and a strong wind blowing. This was not going to be a good beach day! A visit to the Tourist Info Centre confirmed this as the swell was high and therefore snorkelling and reef fishing not recommended. Ah, there’s always ‘plan B’.

 Although the coastline around Kalbarri was explored by Europeans in the early seventeenth century the actual town of Kalbarri did not come into existence until 1951 and it exists today just as a tourist destination. The history of the area is one of shipwrecks – the coast is treacherous and entry to the Murchison River involves navigation around the reef. In 1712 a Dutch ship named the Zuytdorp was wrecked on a reef north of Kalbarri. It is claimed that the ship sunk with a bullion of 100 000 guilders and pieces of eight aboard. This was not an isolated event. By the eighteenth century it had become commonplace for Dutch ships to round the Cape of Good Hope, sail west along the Roaring Forties, and then sail north along the West Australian coast towards the Dutch East Indies.

In 1839 Lieutenant George Grey, while attempting to explore North West Cape, was shipwrecked near the mouth of the Murchison. He was forced to walk back to Perth and thus became the first white explorer to travel along the coastal strip of the Central West.

The Kalbarri NP with its spectacular scenery and red rock gorges cut from the landscape by the Murchison River became our new focus for the day. I bought a fly veil which Graeme quickly commandeered and we were grateful for our hats and shirts as when the sun came through the clouds it was very hot.

Not something to try when the temperature is much above 30 as in the gorges it can be up to 10 degrees hotter. The scenery made the 30+km trip on corrugated roads worthwhile. The green river contrasted with the sandy beaches and the red rocks. Beautiful!

Back in town after lunch, Graeme fished without luck at Chinaman’s Point while I swam at the main river beach. It was lovely to have a relaxing afternoon of reading, cooking (for GVS) and doing very little. Our caravan park was situated opposite the river and the view was lovely, the breeze strong and the pool water cool.

Instead of going into town for dinner – Graeme has been desperate to have crayfish – we opted for joining the caravan park owners and fellow travellers for a BBQ. It was good to have company after a few days on our own.

Perth to Geraldton

Perth to New Norcia

Sunday, April 3rd

After a leisurely start, we set our new Navman and then spent time debating whether Gloria was taking the easiest or quickest route after all! We well remembered Stu’s trip from Brisbane to Gladstone where he ended up opening farm gates etc as his guide led him astray!! Eventually, we ended up at our first destination, York, a well-preserved successful mill town about 100km east of Perth. The country side was parched, further evidence of the drought that has gripped this part of the state.

At York, we delighted in being able to buy fresh vegetables at the Mill Market then walked around the town, enjoying the atmosphere and the relaxed feeling (a WA town on Sunday is always relaxed!) Unfortunately ‘Yorkies’ was closed, so we could not enjoy a coffee and conversation with Jenny, as recommended by Annette, so we ate lunch by the shallow Avon River then headed off again.

The journey took us through Toodyay, where they also have many well-preserved old building of some grandeur and are encouraging the tourists to come on a day trip from Perth. Our final destination, New Norcia, was reached around 4pm so we paid $7 to camp on a strip of red dirt beside the Great Northern Highway, enjoyed an Abbey Ale at the hotel then, thanks to Lizzie’s recommendation, a glass of cabernet merlot made at the monastery. Delicious.

New Norcia and back to the coast

Monday, April 4^th

New Norcia is the only monastic town in Australia. It was established by Benedictine monks from Spain in the 1840s with the aim of evangelizing and educating Aboriginal people. It is an amazing collection of grand buildings of European design, with cool cloisters, shady gardens and a number of large carob trees in which thousands of bees were collecting nectar.

We saw the collection of religious art, read about the 1886 theft of over 20 of these works and then visited the museum with its collection of objects and memorabilia about the lives of the Aboriginal girls who were educated there over a 100 year period. The thought of Aboriginal girls being taught English by Spanish nuns astounds me!

We took a tour of the town, learned that the property is now 20,000 acres and had once been 400,000. There are only 8 monks residing there now but a staff of 70 keeps New Norcia’s business enterprises going. Wine, nutcake, bread, sheep and wheat provide some of the income but the new industry is school camps, particularly for Catholic school students.



Boys' College

With so many buildings to renovate and maintain and grants few and far between, the need for a strong income source is great. Tourism provides some of the money but not enough.




This is a highly recommended tour, as to explore without a guide would not give the character and history of the place, although the information about the lives and reality for Aboriginal children was still given a gentle perspective.




New Norcia Hotel



From New Norcia we headed across country to the coast at Lancelin then up the recently completed Indian Ocean Road, which put Gloria into a real tail spin and she could say nothing except “perform a u-turn when possible.” I already think that ‘two’s company, three’s a crowd!’

The coastal scenery was glorious and we couldn’t take our eyes off the pure white sand dunes as we approached the Pinnacles area.

 It was after 4pm when we visited the Pinnacles, an amazing landscape consisting of thousands of limestone pillars which have been exposed by fire and wind erosion. This was a truly spectacular sight.

We called in at the fishing town of Cervantes, where we had expected to stay the night, but the unusually warm summer and the cyclones that brought warm waters to the south meant that the beaches were full of smelly, rotting seaweed and this was not pleasant, so we broke our deadline and it was a grumpy twosome who finally reached Sandy Cape, having driven the last 6km on corrugated road looking straight into the sun. Never again! we declared once againJ The brilliant orange sunset over the Indian Ocean and a bay with 4 large cruising and cray fishing boats in the bay certainly helped ease the tension. With the ocean in front and pure white dunes behind us, we couldn’t help but relax and enjoy the rest of the evening.

Sandy Cape to Dongara

Tuesday, April  5^th

We estimated that by 9am the temperature was around 30 degrees, so an early start and finish were essential for today. I walked along the bay and then over the cape to the other bay, only a 30 min. walk but I was hot and thirsty when I returned. We left the sand and lime mining area behind and headed up the highway to the Grigson Lookout, from which we viewed the sand dunes and the coast as well as the inland plains. We learned that the dunes here move up to 20 metres in  a year, which gave us a true indication of the wind velocity here!

We turned into Greenhead, a pretty holiday village, and enjoyed the views, filled the water tanks then headed on to Lake Indoon, about 12km inland, as the camping there had been recommended. We discovered a dry lake, magnificent trees and banksias in flower, and more bush flies than ever before encountered. Lunch under the shelter was to be endured, not enjoyed, and there was no smiling for the camera as the flies quickly entered any open mouth. In another season, this would be a delightful spotJ

Dongara/Port Denison was set as our destination and when we arrived we discovered a pretty town and an interesting fishing port. The afternoon was spent exploring the estuary, swimming, driving to the various caravan parks and finally sitting in the shade reading and relaxing. I tried to contact Kerrie in Geraldton but Graeme took a call and sadly she and Tom have a son with terminal cancer so they are in Darwin with him and won’t be back in time for us to see them.

Perth - Melbourne - Perth

Perth – and the endless summer

Sat, March 19^th – Tues, March 22^nd

After a morning walk on the ‘dog beach’ with Murphy, Bear and hundreds of other 4-legged creatures, most of whom were off leads and followed by cheerful owners, we said our farewells to the Ciszeks and headed south to Attadale and Barb.

The next few days were spent enjoying the glorious Perth weather, walking along the river, enjoying lunch at Eat Greek near the East Fremantle Yacht Club, watching movies on SBS and chilling out with Barb.

We loved Perth with its magnificent river, the many mostly large cruisers berthed at the multitude of yacht clubs and the incredible mix of tall, modern buildings with some lovely 19^th century architecture. The weather helps just a little too!!!

Shopping for a new outfit for Phlip’s wedding took up most of Monday and then on Tuesday it was back to Melbourne.

Melbourne

March 22 – 30^th

We spent a wonderful and very busy week catching up with family and friends and enjoying Phlip & Al’s wedding and the celebrations.

Everything went very well and they both looked gorgeous and happy.
Catching up with the Canberra mob again as well as the Longworth clan was wonderful, particularly seeing Sal & Ben’s babies who are growing up so quickly! We also appreciated having some time to talk to our new extended family who were so kind to Phlip while Al was away and who will be great ‘in-laws’ for her and friends for us.

A bonus was to have time to enjoy lunch with Ted and Noreen, as it had been over 18 months since we saw them last. At 82 years old, Ted is just as mentally active as ever and also looked in good physical condition. Noreen kept us up to date with family events and we also saw some of their photos from David’s wedding in Sth Africa – a stunning bride and groom with an elephant in the background!

Perth

March 31 – April 3

Back to glorious Perth weather! We spent a few days stocking up the van, exploring a little more of the city and ‘burbs’, and enjoying walks and bike-rides along the Swan River in the mornings. Breakfast at Pt. Walter, with wave boarders and kite surfers speeding across the water near the sandbar, was great.

We enjoyed meeting Barb’s friends Eunice and Martin and having dinner at Fremantle with Jen & David. Freo is a wonderfully exciting place to be, with people on the streets at all hours of the day and night, music, art and sporting events featuring heavily on the calendar. Like the whole of Perth, it is full of young, trim people enjoying the climate that allows them to still sit outside at night in April!

Nannup and on to Busselton

Karri Gully to Augusta and Cape Freycinet

Sat. March 12^th

In the morning we set off to Nannup, another timer town and a place with a strong ‘hippie’ feel to it. Alternative shops, long skirts on older women etc encouraged us to think that this town was caught in a time warp!

Nannup had a lovely feel to it, with its timber buildings and shops and we went for a bike ride along part of the Munda Bindi Trail, a bike track that at the moment extends from Perth to Nannup but with further expansion planned. The river was dry, as this area is still in drought, but the grass trees and eucalypts were wonderful. We also loved what they had done at the oval where the fortnightly market takes place. The imaginative use of timber in creating shelter for the stall holders was great to see, particularly as we had seen so little in the way of imaginative design and construction to date.

We were thrilled to hear that Stu was pleased with his performance in 2 practice matches for his new footy club and thinks that he may be a borderline selection in the squad. He sounded confident and happy.

After talking to Barb we decided to leave Luke to his 30^th birthday celebrations and head to Augusta for the rest of the day. This very attractive, up-market fishing and holiday centre, with its large river estuary and crashing surf coast was beautiful. We went to see the lighthouse and the views, bought some red snapper for dinner then made our way to the Leewin-Naturaliste NP at Conto for the night. Another NP and another great camp site.

Cape Freycinet to Busselton

Sun. March 13^th

We drove along the corrugated road down to Cape Freycinet and had our first exposure to the rolling swell of the Indian Ocean. The beach and waves were wild, so no fishing from the rocks there! We headed north and visited a couple of beaches along the way – Redgate, Prevelly and Gracetown – where surfers were vying for the big waves and the carparks were full. It was a great day to be at the beach and at Gracetown there were swimmers, snorkelers, fishermen, surfers and picnickers, so it was a versatile place.

We spent some of the afternoon visiting Doug Simpson and his 2 kids, George and Amelia, at their home at Coraramup. Marnie was in Perth for her sister’s hen’s weekend. It was great to see Doug and he gave us many ‘must see’ places in the north-west and also the best fishing spots! Graeme was very happy J

Onward to the Wills Domain Winery to meet Ulrika, Luke Webb’s partner. Lots of timber and glass, some interesting sculptures and a lovely view – standard winery experience! Ulrika provided us with coffee and tea and invited us to stay the night with them in Busselton.

We met Luke at his home, just an older version of the young boy I knew.  We then headed out to see some of the local sights - the pier, the parks along the foreshore, the 1840s church and manse and the Vasse River. When we returned, Luke & Ulrika were home and we greatly enjoyed their food, wine and company. Generous hosts and we did not impose on them by sleeping in the house but camped in the driveway so that they could go about the early morning work preparations the next day.

Busselton

Mon. March 14^th

A day in a house with a computer, catching up on bills, mail and this account of our travels. Locating anew fire extinguisher, having the audio on the DVD player checked out also took some time. It was good to have some time to think about and research texts for Phlip’s wedding. Not long now.

Warm to hot weather has been forecast for this week, so our plans include lots of beach time for swimming and fishing. The drought has taken its toll in this area so the lakes and estuaries are almost dry, so we will head to Perth, making our way along the coast rather than the arid inland areas.

We eventually set off for Bunbury but by the time we arrived GVS was tired so we did a quick ‘Cook’s tour’ and drove on to our campsite on Leschenault Inlet, about 25km to the north and along 4km of VERY corrugated road. The camping ground was set under shady trees beside the inlet and kangaroos fed along the water’s edge and a range of water birds abounded. A walking/bike trail led to historical information posts, where I learned that this was once a large farm where Arab horses were bred for the British military in India in the 1850s and the site was also used as a hippie commune in the 70s, where the 3 rules were ‘No dogs, no drugs and no dole’. Apparently this worked successfully for 5 or more years but eventually the council bulldozed the houses and dwellings after the original founders moved on and the later residents did not respect the rules. The written reflections of some people who had been kids there reminded me of the early Penbank and Preshill years.

One inlet to another

Tues. Mar 15

Graeme ate his breakfast in the company of kookaburras, magpies and butcherbirds who were all waiting to share his food, and the ‘28’ parrots that abound in this area.

We headed down the road to the long, sandy beach from which we could look back on Bunbury’s port and town in the distance. Many ships were anchored out in the Indian Ocean, presumably waiting to load/unload at the port. Graeme fished in the clear water and we watched an enormous stingray patrol the shallows for food and a small pod of dolphins swimming in just 10m off the shore. I enjoyed swimming in the refreshing, clear water and had 2 swims before 11am.

We drove north to Preston Beach, where once again I enjoyed a swim but this time with 5 even larger rays causing some consternation as they came right up to the edge of the beach.

Our destination for the night was Harvey Estuary and a new freeway had been constructed since the map had been printed so as we drove through an area of burnt out vegetation and new housing to discover the estuary on the wrong side of us, we called into a fisherman’s shed, bought some prawns and asked directions. Back along the road we had come, we found the road to the estuary and a beautiful picnic spot with a ‘No Camping’ sign.

We had a late lunch, set up our chairs and watched a beautiful hawk and many pelicans on and over the water. A man came to exercise his dog and told us that the lake could be crossed from sandbar to sandbar and the maximum depth was about 1m at high tide. The only fish were blowfish – our toadies. He also directed us to the campground, via the new freeway, on the opposite shore.

I spent the afternoon kayaking around the very large area, managing to enjoy a close up view of the pelicans, cormorants, sandpipers and other birds. It was very peaceful and relaxing out on the water and when walking along the shore later I saw herons, egrets and other shore birds.

The sun set over the hills on the opposite shore was just beautiful but one my little camera could not capture accurately. For the 1^st time in months we needed mozzie protection as the little blood-suckers were there in their hundreds!

Mandurah and Pinjarra

Wed. March 16^th

After a hot night, we decided to set off early to Mandurah, once a holiday destination for those who found gold inland and later for the wheatbelt families. It is now a suburb of Perth and many people commute. It is also one of those places that has been developed along a series of lagoons, much like the Gold Coast, and much of the natural beauty has been lost. They even called one area Venice, gave the streets Italian names and designed little arched bridges to cross the water – appalling!

We dusted off our bikes and spent the morning riding around the designated tourist areas, finally deciding that lunch in the park across the old bridge would be pleasant, and it was. In the ‘swimming centre’ – the netted off area in the estuary – high school kids were enjoying kayak ball games and it was fun to watch them. We found a beach where I could have a swim before we headed west to Pinjarra.

Pinjarra is 19km south-east of Mandurah on the banks of the Murray River in Western Australia's South-West agricultural region. The town is one of the oldest in the State and began as a farming community. The area later developed into a lucrative bauxite mining and timber milling town. Alcoa has an office and a mine there.  In 1830, following the establishment of the Swan River Colony in 1829, Thomas Peel was granted 250,000 acres  to the Murray River . The area, now known as the Peel Region, was intend for farming use, as all of the fertile land near the Swan River Settlement had already been taken up. Included in the Murray region was Pinjarra land.  Unfortunately conflict between the new settlers and the Nyungars slowly increased as tribal lands near the river were taken up by the farmers. Cattle were speared and so too some settlers. The area became a trecherous and dangerous place to be. As unrest continued an incident involving the death of a servant Hugh Nesbit brought the conflict between settlers and Aboriginals to a head. Stirling, along with John Septimus Roe, Captain Ellis and a detachment of soldiers headed to the banks of the Murray River to confront the Bindjareb Bilyidar Nyungars. On October 28th, 1834, they surrounded the Nyungars and opened fire on them. The Battle of Pinjarra, otherwise known as the Pinjarra Massacre, would go down in Western Australian history as one of the State's darkest and bloodiest days. Similar conflicts were occurring on the Swan River settlement as farmers fenced off areas, depriving Aboriginal people of their traditional food sources.

Today, little of this conflict is noted, and the town is a sleepy little place where a new shopping area with a supermarket has led to the main street shops becoming deserted. We visited the Arts Centre, walked across the suspension bridge, meandered under the shady trees in the historical precinct then returned to the Heron Island Point camp area on the Harvey Estuary for a 2^nd night.

To Rockingham

Thurs. Mar 17^th

Another hot night but not a windy one! Those hot easterly winds of the past few days and nights remind us of the Melbourne northerlies and are just as dangerous in this tinder-dry region.

Rockingham was our destination for this day, just 30km up the road and then just another 30km to Perth! Sneaking up on the city! We had arranged to spend Friday night with Lizzie & Joel Ciszek at Cottesloe Beach before moving on to Barb’s for the rest of our time. A call to Simon Thompson will determine whether he has time to catch up for a coffee or wine over the weekend too. We’re looking forward to other company for a while now.

Rockingham turned out to be a pleasant commuter suburb of Perth and a holiday destination as well. The town was wide-spread with the chemical industries and harbour with enormous grqain storage facilities at one end and Garden Island Naval Base at the other, after which there was Peron Point and fabulous snorkelling opportunities. We explored by van and on foot, enjoyed lunch in the beachside park under the trees, indulged in a cappuccino at a nearby cafe, purchased a new hat and an LED light for using outside at night as the existing one was not bright enough. Having decided that Rockingham had enough areas of interest to keep us busy for the day and into Friday, we swam at the Palm Beach jetty while we waited for the caravan park office to reopen after lunch and enjoyed a relaxing afternoon.

Rockingham to Perth

Friday, March 18^th

We drove up the road to Lake Richmond, a shallow body of water with beaches which had thrombolites, about which we had read a little. They are extremely primitive life forms, consisting of single-celled bacteria which deposit layers of silt and calcium that slowly grow into rounded rocks. Scientists believe they are the earliest form of life on earth, dating back about 3500 million years, and the origins of oxygen in the atmosphere. These relics are mostly extinct and exist only as fossils - living examples can still be found growing in just a handful of places in the world.

Adapted from http://www.roamingdownunder.com/thrombolites.php

The thrombolites were not a great scenic attraction but the little eagles that rested on the sandy water’s edge and hovered above the lake were very entertaining.

From there we went to Point Peron to snorkel but while the water was warm it was murky too. However, it was great to be in the water again.

The rest of the day was spent travelling to and exploring Fremantle, a great spot in which to while away a couple of hours by walking around the old buildings, looking at the cafes on the port and watching the uni students and tourists. The market was on but the quality and range of fresh food was disappointing.

We arrived at Cottesloe and had a great night catching up with Lizzie and Joel and hearing about their WA lives.

Parry's Beach to Augusta

Parry’s Beach to the Tingle Trees ..... and Shannon NP

Wed. Mar 9^th

Another glorious day, so another beautiful beach! Having farewelled Kerrie and Tom, our neighbours from Geraldton who kindly offered us a place to stay when up that way, we set off on a 25km trip to Peaceful Bay ..... a beautiful name and a beautiful beach (but I’ll never adjust to 4WDs parked all over the sand). The morning passed in fishing and reading on the beach, exploring the rocks and little bays and swimming in the beautiful water. The world of Casterbridge in Thomas Hardy’s comic/tragic novel, Far From the Madding Crowd – an apt title to read on our travels, contrasted superbly with the environment in which we travelled. Again we count our blessings that we live in Australia in the present day, despite its inequities and issues.



The giant red tingle
trees grow up to 85m tall!



Heading west after lunch, we enjoyed the magnificent Tingle Tree Tops out of Walpole. These eucalypts are amazing in their height, and as they are without a tap root, they develop a huge girth to balance the tree. 

The largest one, unfortunately almost split by fire and insects, had a girth of 24m.! The tree top walk above the forest set us swinging in the trees; don’t hold on and don’t look down. Fortunately the wind was not too strong and there weren’t many people so the swaying of the 60m spans was not too great.

We spent the evening at the Shannon NP camp area where we camped under the high canopy of the giant tingle, jarrah and casuarinas. Many birds high up in the tree tops that could be heard but not seen.

Thurs. Mar 10^th

A very slow start to the day as the surroundings encouraged us to move slowly and enjoy the forest. This very beautiful camp site was idyllic, with the sun filtering down through the high canopy of the giant trees and hardly a breath of wind.
We were the only campers in our part of the grounds, so the only noise was the birds.

The wood heater for showers had gone out overnight but much to my surprise the water was still hot, so a hot shower was greatly enjoyed ... all 3 minutes of itJ GVS cooked the aubergine for lunch/dinner on the gas BBQ, just in case our next stop does not have these facilities. We have become experts in making the most of any opportunity.

After driving to Snake Gully to see more forest, we travelled on to Northcliffe, from where the road led north west to Pemberton or south to the D’Encastreaux NP on the coast.

Northcliffe was the only town founded as part of the Group Settlement Scheme and once again the prospect of those men clearing karri, marri and jarrah forests with hand saws and axes is amazing. Sadly for so many, the Depression and the conditions led to most walking off their farms in the 1930s.  A small tobacco industry started in the 1950s to give employment to returned servicemen and a timber mill employed people until the 1990s. Now small cottage industries and tourism keep this place alive.

We filled with diesel - $1.60l – and I walked a small section of the 1000km Bibbulmun Track, a walking trail from Perth to Albany through some of the finest scenery in the south. The section at Northcliffe led down to the Gardner River, which was not flowing at this time of year, so was little more than stagnant pools.

Having been lured by the thought of the coast once again, we set off to Windy Harbour, a settlement of fishing shacks in the D’Encastreaux NP. On the way we climbed Mt Chidalup, a granite outcrop from which there were views on this clear day all the way to the coast and across the forest tree line.

We spent the rest of the day at Salmon Beach, a wild and magnificent with huge waves crashing on to orange/yellow cliffs or onto the sand.

GVS tried to entice the fish onto his line while I walked along the beach, enjoying the scenery, avoiding the strong rips and currents and listening to the crashing waves.

The camping ground was surrounded by holiday shacks that are leased on long term leases, are very well maintained and provide a break from the forest for the people in this region. Windy Harbour however had 2-3metre piles of sea grasses rotting on the shore and the smell was not appealing.

Windy Harbour to Karri Gully out of Bridgetown

Fri. Mar 11^th

‘...and the wind came up and it blew and blew and blew....’

Hot showers were greatly appreciated before we set off for the day, pleased that we had experienced the area of a sunny and calm one before the wind came in again.

A day of travelling north and watching the landscape change from lush, green rainforest areas to drought-ridden farmlands.

We travelled to Pemberton, the heart of karri country. Although we still struggle to identify marri, jarrah and other trees, the karri, with its smooth pale bark and enormous trunk, is easy. It is the tallest species in WA and some of the biggest were used as fire lookouts in the 1930s and 40s and can still be climbed ..... by those with stronger constitutions than mine!

We took the Karri Forest Explorer drive around the forests, however it was too much of the same thing and the Beedelup Falls were dry at this time of year, however the magnificent Warren NP with its flowing river, great walks and amazing trees made up for it all! Not to be missed.

The mill workers’ cabins lined the streets and it certainly had its own profile.

Pemberton was a thriving timber town in the early 1900s and a mill is still working there.

Quite pretty but not much to do in town except top up the pantry. Having seen and heard about the food speciality of this area, the marron or fresh-water cray, we decided to try some. As GVS did not want to cook one himself, we went to a trout and marron farm and shared a meal ($45 per serve). It was tasty but cannot match a real crayfish, although at $75 per kilo, crayfish is off our menu!

 We drove on to Bridgetown, another small town trying to create a positive tourist image to bring in other dollars to the economy.  A quick walk around, a cappuccino, then on to spend the night at a free-camp at Karri Gully on the Bibbulmun Track.
Our fellow campers were a young German couple and we introduced ourselves then had an early dinner and settled in to watch a dvd and read as the night in the forest was cold. A loud thumping on the van and the call “Do you have a fire extinguisher?” quickly stirred us and we handed over our extinguisher so that the young man could put out the flames before the forest caught alight! The gas bottle he was using ignited and was burning furiously but he quickly extinguished the flames and we were grateful that no-one was injured and that the car and van did not catch fire either!

My ‘who done it?’ was very tame after that excitement!

Denmark and Parry's Beach

Mon. March 7^th

As we neared Denmark, about 50km west of Albany, the trees were taller, the forests thicker and the rain heavier. Fortunately it stopped and we were able to explore the river at Denmark via a 3km walking track and walk around the streets of this busy tourist village. People, vans, dogs and kids everywhere, enjoying the last moments of the long weekend.

In the 1880s Europeans moved into this area to harvest the forest – in the 19^th century London’s streets were paved in timber blocks cut from Denmark’s trees – but they eventually killed the goose that laid the golden egg!

In the 1920s the area was one of the Group Settlement Schemes, where British WW1 soldiers who returned from the war to an economy that offered no employment were offered ‘free’ land if they cleared and settled. What a task for these poor families, as grubbing out the roots of these enormous trees would have taken enormous energy and the land would not have easily supported European crops ... until the days of superphosphate!

Denmark’s shops indicated an environmentally-aware community with a commitment to sustainability. The alpaca produce shop and vast array of boutique coffee shops, B&Bs, wineries etc. indicate that there is plenty of money in the Denmark region; agricultural industries and boutique businesses of such contrast to the light and heavy industries of Albany’s port.

Graeme was keen to settle into Parry’s Beach before mid-afternoon so we continued only to discover a ‘Camp Area Full’ sign! Following our experience at Lucky Bay with a ‘full house’ sign that didn’t mean what it said, I asked at the caretaker’s cottage and was told that we could have 1 night in the overflow carpark or go to a park further up the road. A quick check of the large, heavily treed, cool and shady camping area revealed a number of camp sites so back to the office to pay our dues - $7 per site per night – and we settled into the area. Fresh fruit and vegies were for sale at the entrance and mullet for sale at the salmon fishermen’s shack area. There is a 3-week limit for camping here and I suspect that many of the people here stay to the limit.

The salmon fishermen’s shack area was interesting as it is generally only occupied for the 3-month salmon season when the 5 families move from their homes and live here. Fishing is done by nets released from small boats and secured to tractors on the beach. The woman to whom we spoke said that it was good fishing as the salmon came in close to shore and only salmon were caught in the nets. The fish were taken to Albany for processing as bait or tinned fish.

A newspaper article on display at the caretaker’s cottage indicated that there has been a push to clear these corrugated shacks from beaches in the SW area, just as the Victorian Labour Government at one stage wanted to remove the boat sheds from the bay beaches. While I found the Betty’s Beach shanty town unattractive, this is all part of the heritage of the area and there are so few of them that I cannot see how it is fair and reasonable to demand their removal when they are still serving their purpose.

Having been spoiled by other pristine beaches, the one at Parry’s Beach was not outstanding and the fishing from the rocks on the point not successful!

Tues. Mar 8^th

Back to Denmark to explore, kayak on the Denmark River, take a bike ride from the river mouth into town and have a wonderful morning doing the things I love – thanks, GVS.    It was a beautiful autumn morning and the wait for a coffee was no longer 20 mins as it had been the day before. The ducks, cormorants, pelicans and egrets on the river and sand-blocked estuary were enjoying the sunshine too.

The afternoon was spent at the William Bay NP, amazing at the incredible Elephant Rocks and fishing on the rock platforms beside them. The water was crystal clear, as it has been from Esperance westwards, but never fails to amaze us. Sadly, the fish weren’t biting, so we eventually walked around to Green’s Pool, a beautiful protected swimming area where others were lying in the sun, snorkelling around the rocks, trying to catch fish or walking along the beautiful beach.

A perfect day!