Termite Mounds, Coral Bay (CLICK on each photo for larger view)

We left Coral Bay at 8am and headed out on the road north towards Exmouth.  This being the start of the farthest north I have ever been within Australia. Large termite mounds cover the ground, to our left and right, as far as the high could see all along this road.  All of them constructed in exactly the same shape and the same orange/red color.  They must be built in a fairly waterproof way because these have stood exactly like this for years and withstand all the winter rains. It is hard to know what these termites would be eating as there are no trees anywhere along this 100km long road, just low, grey shrubs.

At 2.30pm we arrive at Panawonica.  Panawonica is a mining town.  In fact, the mines seem to own, and operate, everything in town, including the service station where we must abide by their OHS ruling of allowing a safety clothes wearing person to re-fuel our

Panawonica Roos

car for us. The town is tiny, just a mess hall, dongas and workshops, a school and a shop.  We stop at the shop and buy a couple a chocolate bars and some milk to take to Millstream with us as there are no shops, or anything for that matter, after this point until Roeburn!

We head east out of Panawonica on the 100km long gravel road (the side way in) to Millstream.  This is not the most usual path travelled into Millstream we find as travellers usually travel up or down into the park rather than the way we have come.  We have come in this way due to the weather front that we have been out running for the past 4 days!  We had been told that this gravel road was rough but we find it in extremely good condition with no corrigation at all.  In fact… this 100km stretch of road is the most picturesque section of road that I think I have ever seen.

One of many wild horses at Panawonica

Everywhere looks green, well grey/green (which is the green of the Aussie outback) from afar it looks like the earth is covered in lush grass but on closer look in fact it is covered with millions of clumps of spinifex.  This little plant may look harmless but it has an extremely nasty bite as its ‘leaves’ are actually spines.

Amongst the spinifex you can see the red earth.  The red earth from Panawonica and north & east of there is the darkest, most beautiful red earth I have ever seen.  The orange/red earth of Kalgoorlie/Kambalda doesn’t come close to this beauty.  I don’t know what it is about the red earth that I love so much, I just found it amazing and can’t get enough of it!  Amongst the spinifex clumps different types of soft leaf wattles grow.  These are all in flower.  There are small clumps of purple wildflowers and grey leafed red flowering natives.  There are small hills made

Campsite Millstream

completely of rocks that just appear out of nowhere on the left and right intermittantly.  We pass huge tabletop hills that loom out of the ground which have spinifex on the sides and red earth tops. None of these words can impart just how beautiful this area is.

There are huge flocks of corellas and finches flying everywhere.  Several types of butcher birds and willy wagtails have also been in all the areas we have stopped since Perth… they seem to thrive up here just as they do in the metro area.  The only birds which have totally changed are the types of eagles we see.  Up until Coral Bay the eagles were all wedgetails but north of that they are a smaller eagle which is brown (almost pink) in colour with a creamy underside to their wings with black feathers at the wing tips.  These eagles do not feast on road kill (as we saw the wedgetails doing) and seem more timid also, preferring not to land at all when cars or people are close.

Several of the flock of 1000s of Corellas, Millstream

At 4pm we arrive at Millstream and pay the gate fee of $10 for entry into the park.  This is a self service where you fill out your details on a small envelope and place it in a metal box before following (the poor) signage to the “homestead” where apparently we get more directions to where we are able to camp.  On arriving at the homestead we find it all open and unattended.  They invite you to look around in the homestead which has displays and notes about the rotten treatment of the aboriginal people (which seems to be the same story everywhere we go!) and that we should proceed to one of a couple of camping sites that are still open.  We choose the no generator site of Crossing  Pool and take Snappygum drive which has two small river crossings to get to camp site.

Snappygum drive is very winding and is very narrow.  The scenery is much harsher than on the road from

The desert Pea (Sturt)

Panawonica which surprises us.  10 minutes later we pull into a treed area next to a billabong type area of the Fortesque river.  We meet the ‘camp hosts’ who tell us to look around and choose from the two remaining sites available.  There are only about 10 groups here and they are set up very close to each other and we choose a site next to a small tree to put up our tent.  It seems so strange that we have travelled 1500kms into the middle of nowhere to camp in such a tiny space with a dozen couples (including kids) which is hardly what I had been expecting (I had expected someone to point along a long vacant river bank saying set up wherever you like!).  We set up in between to camper trailers which we are told will both be moving on the next morning.  After setting up our tent the neighbour tells us that the correllas in the trees overhead are constant visitors.  Until this moment we are so tired we have not noticed the noise, which now we are made

Canoeing on Fortesque River, Millstream

aware, is quite ear piercing.  Literally thousands of corellas litter the trees above us and on both sides of the river.  Worse than the noise however, is the mess, which there is no avoiding.  A thousand corellas make for a huge mess and in the two nights we are here our tent, cooking stuff, chairs and car (particularly) are covered in corella poo!

At 5.50pm the noise of the corellas reaches it peak and they seem excited about something.  The neighbours tell us that this happens every night and at around 6pm they ‘flock off’ and peace is returned.  At 6.05 this happens…. it is quite spectacular!  The next morning the flock returns to spend their day pooing on the campers before leaving at 6.05pm again on the second night.  Obviously their ‘country time’ is more precise than the humans… you can set your watch by them.

We decide on Wednesday morning to drive to the gorge.  It is still overcast and, like the photos of previous days, not the perfect weather for photography.  Once at the top of the hill where the cliff gorge is we realise

Millstream Gorge

that although we seem to have travelled a long way (and have over winding roads in various directions) actually the cliff is just a little further up the river and opposite our camping ground.  The view from the top is nice, but nothing special.  We find Geocache WANOZ03 “Millstream Cliff” and take photos of the view, a cute little lizard who blends in with the red rocks very well, and the river.  There are greyish native palms everwhere.  Snappy gums are prolific and seem to reach the same height (smallish) and tall paperbark trees line the river.

We decide to take up the offer of the ‘camp hosts’ and borrow the ranger’s canoe to go up the Fortesque river to where we can view the cliffs from a low vantage point.  The sun shines for the first time in days and it is very peaceful and quite beautiful paddling up the river away from the other campers.  There are many types of birds - heron, shags, kingfisher, corella and other small chirping birds.  There are a lot of brilliant blue and also red

Water crossing, Millstream

dragonflies amongst the bullrushes but they prove elusive when we take out the camera.  The red cliffs are certainly more impressive from on the river but both Cliff and I agree that we are not impressed at all with Millstream, in fact we are very disappointed and we wonder if this will be the same for Karijini.

We are dirty and dusty after 2 days on the road and decide to take a swim in the cold waters of the Fortesque River.  We have been told that it is frowned on to use soaps or shampoos anywhere near the rivers in the outback but we decide to overlook this (the ton of corella poos bombarding the water here each day would surely do more damage than a handful of shampoo?) and we quickly wash our hair while taking a swim while hoping no-one notices any frothy bubbles around us!  We are grateful for the swim and feel quite refreshed.  We talk to other campers, all who are from interstate, and they tell us that Karijini is amazing and that Millstream also is a disappointment after the hype of brochures.  This is encouraging news.

Down the goat path at Mt Herbert, Chichester

We get up and have breakfast at 7am on Thursday morning (2nd July) and by 8.30 are on our way out of camp stopping at the first water crossing to scrub our car of corella poo (until other campers leaving push us through) and then at the 2nd water crossing to wash off the mess after losening at at the prior waterering hole.  Other campers moving past obviously think we are simply washing our 4wd (which would be ridiculous in the circumstances, in the middle of the red dirt) what they don’t realise is that bird poo actually eats through your paint top coat in just a couple of days and seeing as there was about 1/2 ton of the stuff on our car we can put up with the looks of the passers by!

We head east through Millstream then North towards Roeburn which is only 200kms or so away.  We decide to head to Mt Herbert and  Python Pool on our way out of Chichester.  The

Mt Herbert Summit Rock Building

drive to Mt Herbert again is more scenic that actually in Millstream and there are dozens of rocky peaks on both sides of the road.  They are all covered in spinifex but by far the most amazing this is the fact that they appear to be made solely from individual red rocks.  All of these rocks are squarish and you would think that each hill had been made by a helicopter dropping out a pile of rocks from a height.  Mt Herbert is a small hill really and we park at the bottom and climb the goats path to the summit and the view is breathtaking.  Cliff builds a small rock tower (as everyone seems to do around here for some reason!) and the trip down the rocky path is more trecherous than the trip up was.

Python Pool is not far away and the winding road up and through the small hills to get there is very nice.  We pull into the small parking area and it seems nothing special but on walking

Python Pool, Millstream

the 100 metres through the head high scrub we come up on the most beautiful water pool with a huge rock face.  The water looks very inviting.  The sun is out just at the right time for some great photos.  We stand there in awe for about 20 minutes taking photos and chatting to another couple that have turned up who had been at our camp site at Millstream.  By far Python Pool has been the highlight of the entire two days at Millstream Chichester National Park (and the canoe!).

At 11.30 we head off on a tarmac road (amazing for out here where everything else is gravel) between red rocked hills and spinifex.  Brahman cattle graze at the edge of the road along the way.  There are two cattle stations on this stretch of road - it would be very strange being a farmer out here where the cattle roam free and graze on

Python Pool, Millstream

whatever it can find growing amongst the spinifex, for surely they could not eat that prickly stuff (that prickles through jeans and even shoes!).

We arrive in Roeburn at 1pm.  What a totally woeful place Roeburn is.  Cliff has been here before and tells me that all/any building had bars or shutters on it last time he was here…. and this is still how it is.  There are 3 indigenous groups living here and their areas are marked by signposts and a mass of tin looking buildings about 250mtrs from the road.  The town would have once been quite beautiful.  The buildings quite European looking and all the same era… but, time has stood still in this place and it is un-inviting, and quite spooky really.  The police station has about 6 patrol cars parked at it and surely is the most used building in town.  Roeburn prison is at the Northern end of town a couple of kilometres away from the end of the other buildings.. probably because it is too much of a pain for the

Brahman Cattle on route to Roeburn

aboriginal locals to walk.  The walls are high on the prison, probably not to keep the prisioners in but to keep non-prisioners out.  I imagine it is like with the Kalgoorlie prison where they have to head count each even to weed out the ‘extras’ that have come in for a free meal and bed for the night!

We have no desire stop anywhere in Roeburn and head north up the point to Cosack.  The signage there is depressing stating how the Enlish arrivals in 1885 (who were shipwrecked off the coast) incarcerated the local natives to use in pearling and prostitution.. however, other signage say that the total population of (non natives) including the pearling men was just 31 people.  It appears the entire area of Roeburn has decided to dwell on the past of over 200 years rather than do anything for now or the future.  We walk for 5 minutes up to the Cosack museum and have a quick look around and read the story of a 19yo English woman who was brought to Cosack in 1885 by her new husband (a very harsh life) before quickly heading back to the car and high tailing it to Karratha.

Lizard, Millstream (click for larger photo)

Karratha is just 40kms away and we decide rather than setting out our camper trailer we will find a motel that has a washing machine and dryer so we can wash our clothes.  The motel “Great Western” is almost fully booked they say (though it is deserted when we arrive) and we check in to a ‘delux’ room which we pay an extra $50 for so we can have the washer/dryer.  By 7pm there is not a space in the carpark which is now full with miner/workers vehicles…. extraordinary considering it would cost them $1750 a week to stay here… but then houses rent here for $2,500 a week!  We decide not to sightsee late this afternoon and have a long awaited shower and propertly washing our hair etc.

Irwin River Esturary, Dongara

The Irwin River Esturary is at the Northern end of Dongara and is very picturesque with treed banks and the ocean in the background. We left Dongara at 11am and headed north to Greenough.

Greenough is one of the windiest places we’ve ever been too.  It is so windy that it is renouned for trees that grow across the ground rather than up.  There are paddocks of trees that have their trunks bent over just a foot or two off the ground with all their branches towards the east.

There are lots of old buildings in Greenough most built in the late 19th century.  Many of the buildings were built by prisioners and although there are lots of ruins, there are also many buildings that are still standing and have been repaired to a usable state.  The Central Greenough Historial Settlement has a group of a dozen buildings.  Three of them are beautiful churches, several small homes, a hall and a larger white building

Central Greenough Mill

which orginally houses a store, post office, old police station and the old gaol.  The goal is quite eerie and dark, the air musky, and all the cells incredibly small and lacking in light with a tiny, high window the only respite from the dark.  The cells are lined up down the left side of a long hall with incredibly high ceilings.  At the end of hall is a tiny exercise area with walls built of rock, no roof, a tiny toilet room.  the excercise area is about 5mtrs square.  Being a prisioner of this place back in the 1880’s would have been very nasty.

Of course, like with many of these historical places, they rely on public donation to keep the buildings in repair so there is a $6 entry fee per person and one has to enter (and exit) the site through the ‘gift shop’ in case one wishes to partake in one of the locally made giftwares!  It is very strange weather and dark clouds quickly blow overhead and light rain falls followed 10 minutes later by brilliant sunshine and no wind (jackets on, jackets off, jackets on!!).

Church, Central Settlement, Greenough

We head down the road to see the “Leaning Tree” which is a perfect representative of how so many of the trees of Greenough are.  It is one of the bigger, and closer to the road, versions and a plaque is proudly errected at the site.  Unfortunately they fail to advise site seers of the prickly plants which line the car park and I gain a dozen spikes that go through my jeans and into my left knee.  They make me very ichy but luckily, on pulling up my jeans, I find them easily visable and easy to pull out.

At 1pm we reach Geraldton.  Geraldton is a nice port city.  Cliff used to live here when he was in grade 5 and still remembers where his family’s home is.  We drive up the the HMS Sydney Memorial and as we get out of the car the rain pelts down.  We take photos of the memorial, which is quite uniquely designed with a dome of artistic metal

Inside Church, Greenough

with a marble floor.  The view to the ocean is good from here (what appears to be the highest point in Geraldton) and we can clearly see harbour port.  There are several huge ships anchored off shore.

We head towards Northampton and arrive at 2pm.  We follow the scenic drive to Kalbarri through another coastal area called Leyton.  On the hills overlooking the sand dunes there is an old settlement ruin.  There is a tiny limestone home, several others that only have footings remaining, another building which is just one large room and behind that yet another old gaol.  This goal is very dilapidated but you can still clearly make out the cell walls, tiny windows and just how tiny the cells would have been.  It is unlikely that a prisoner of this goal would have even been able to lie down in their cell as they are merely a metre and a half in dimension.

Grey Co Greenough

On the flats, north of the buildings, is an old graveyard with two tiny graves and a larger grave.  The headstones are made of limestone and we are unable to make out any of the engraved text.  There is also an unmarked grave that is only marked by a circle of stones.  As we turn east we see, at the top of hill, we see “Ron’s Memorial” which is noted on a sign nearby.  The memorial appears to consist of a dummy sitting on a bicycle looking towards the ocean and we can clearly make out a grave stone.

On the hill the other side of the settlement is our first Geocache.  Cliff finds the cache fairly easily as it is hidden under a pile of rocks, 2 metres from the base of a tree over looking the settlement.  He writes on the log inside the cache container (which is an old army ammunition one) and we remove an old half penny marked 1961 (one of two inside) to take to another geocache that we fill find later.

Wesley Church, Greenough

We arrive in Kalbarri at 4pm and although at this point it is sunny, it is incredibly windy.  The Kalbarri settlement is far more sprawling than I remember from when I visited back when I was 18 (25 yrs ago).  Cliff too had holidayed here once before over 16 years ago and we head towards the Murchison caravan/camp ground at the far end of town.  When we get there the place is fairly full, with the exception of the first row of sites closest to the ocean.  It is very clear to see WHY these sites are vacant - the horendous gale!   We pay our $56 dollars for our 2 night stay and drive to site number 19.  While I head off to check the shower block Cliff sets about parking the camp trailer.  He asks a nearby camper what the weather has been like and is told that it has been so windy the past few nights that their caravan rocked back and forth all night so much he thought it was going to blow over.  We decide to reconsider our decision to stay here and drive back along the main road to see if there is a vacancy at a motel.  As luck would have it there The

Old Goal, Central Greenough Settlement

Murchison Motel has a vacancy of a top storey apt facing the ocean.  Unlike staying in Perth, we are not required to give any details or pay any money when checking in!  The apartment has a lounge, kitchen, bathroom/laundry and two bedrooms.  It is quite homely and clean.  As the night wears on and the wind increases we are glad that we are not inside our flappy tent….. there will be plenty of time for that in the next 12 days but as we head up the coast and then inland we hope that the wind will reduce to make camping more pleasant (though if it does not we will be camping anyway).

Cliff cooks our ‘camping standard’ of steak and vegetables for dinner and we sit back on the comfy sofa for the evening.  Tomorrow we will have a full day to sight see around Kalbarri.

Geocache, Leyton Ruins

View from Geocache, Leyton Ruins

Leyton Prison Ruins

Leaning Tree, Greenough

Police Kitchen, Central Greenough Settlement

Old Millhouse, Dongara

Spent the morning packing the camp trailer with check list of water, fuel, spares, bedding, food, clothes, camera, laptop, sat phone.  Finally we hitched up and headed North at 3pm towards our first overnight stop at Dongara 359kms from Perth.  With each kilometre travelled, the sky became more ominous and rain threatened.  The wind was blowing strongly by the time we reach Gingin and the rain started pouring down as darkeness came early.  We headed through Regans Ford, Mugumbar, Cateby and as we got to Eneaba the rain was coming straight and slamming at the windscreen like ball bearings and we had to travel at 60kms (instead of 110!).  Finally we arrived at Dongara at the Old Millhouse Motel at 7.15pm.  This motel is stuck in the 70’s, a very basic bed and tv with 70’s tile bathroom, as we had stayed there a couple of years earlier (on our Coral Bay

Millhouse pigeons

Camp Trip) we knew that it was nice and clean and also cheap at $88 for the night.  We had Thai takeaway from the local cafe (the same place we bought our morning coffee) which wasn’t too bad.  Certainly it was not great but was a 6/10 (and beat any normal Chinese takeaway).

The Old Millhouse Motel (circa 1894) is named such as it is positioned right next to The Old Millhouse!  There are quite a few old Mills in the area between Dongara and Greenough and they are all quite beautiful works of architecture.  They are all similar in design, square, tall with a mix of limestone and red brick in the late 1880’s to around 1940’s.  On all of the Millhouses we have seen, large flocks of pigeons are the only remaining residence.

It has dawned on me that our planned trip to Karajini is now only about 6 or so weeks away.  The trip from Perth to Karajini (North and slightly east of where we live) will take about 17 hours by car.  This would be an impossible trip with children and is one of the reasons we are doing it without children!

Cliff decided on New Years that we should have no less than 6 camp trips this year with our camper trailer.  To date we have had one to Dwellingup with the kids and one to Marvel Loch with the father-in-law so Karijini will be the half way mark and leave us an easy 5 months of spring & summer to fit in the final 3.

We had a 2nd, industrial type, isolated battery put into our car that has an outlet into the cargo hold in our 4wd.  This means we can simply plug in 9v appliances (lights and other things that we attach to our 9v converter such as computer or phones to charge up) directly and not worry that we are draining our main battery (always a good thing if you are hours away from civilisation!

We also had a nice set of spotlights professionally installed to our roo bar (much neater cabling and internal switch than a DUI job!).  They should be helpful in avoiding the kangaroos, emu, goats and other wildlife along the way although, we do try to not travel at night (when the wildlife is more likely to be near the road and end up road kill!).

SO…… I sort of getting quite excited about this trip.  The kids are totally sorted out so I don’t have to worry about that (yay for adult children and family!) and that just leaves planning what we are taking and deciding where we are stopping on the trip up, the trip down and where we are planning on going whilst we are up in ‘the top end’ as we tend to call it.  Cliff lived part of his childhood in Port Hedland as well as working there 10 or so years ago and we hope to have time for him to take me to see this area while we are up there.  The colour of the red dirt up and the emerald sea are sights to behold in person as photos do not do them full justice.

Cliff downloaded a couple of geocache sites in Dwellingup.  Unfortunately we discovered that they didn’t download the ‘hints’ that you get when you view them online.  The first one was in a gravel quarry area that BHP used to mine for Bauxite.  We found the area of around 10m2 and searched high and low and found nothing.  We were sure it would be hidden under rocks and eventually, after about an hour searching it was found in the first place we had looked.  The plastic container contained lots of goodies.  We didn’t take anything or put anything in the cache but signed our ‘tag’ and the date we found the cache.

The second cache was about 10kms West of Dwellingup along a bush track.  This one was much easier to find and only took us about 10 minutes to locate.  I found this one first hidden under a log.  C found it without help to and she got to open the tin.  We put a little toy frog into this cache and wrote out ‘tag’ in the book inside.

Barry tours Dwellingup

About 8 1/2 years ago Cliff and I took all of our kids (B,R,M,S & C) on a camping trip to Rottnest Island.  While were were there we bought ‘Barry Quokka“.  ‘Barry Quokka’ of course was a touristy purchase representing on of the stuffed locals.  Quokka’s are small, cute, marsipials that reside on the island and our stuffed Quocka….. was named ‘Barry’ because it rhymes wth ‘ Barry Crocker’ is an Aussie singing icon).  Anyway… it makes us laugh!

After our trip to Rottnest we made it a famiy tradition to take ‘Barry’ with us on every family camping trip or holiday that we went on.  Barry is widely travelled…. to date he has been camped at Rottnest (re-visted), Coral Bay, Shark Bay, Busselton, Walpole, Margaret River and he came with us to Dwellingup this past weekend.  He has also flown to New Zealand (family holiday in August 2007) and with Cliff to Canberra, where he even sat in our Parliament’s speakers chair!  He has been to Albany, stayed at the Casino… he pops up everywhere we go actually! Barry gets to go on all of the attractions he has - been on the tree walk at Walpole, sat on a whale harpoon launcher in Albany.

Just hanging out - Lane Poole, Dwellingup 1 March 2009

His escapades are endless and we get some very strange looks while we place ‘Barry’ for photos.

It is quite hilarious because Barry just seems to turn up everywhere we go.  When at home he resides on my dressing table but come the time to pack to go on holiday…. Barry finds himself in someone’s luggage.  Sometimes I sneak him in, sometimes Cliff does and sometimes the kids ask to take him.

Sometimes it has been too embarrasing to take his photo (like in the Speaker’s Chair in Parliament) because the crowds are too big but afterwards we kick ourselves that we didn’t just DO IT.  Barry is getting a bit ‘thread bare’ after 8 years of travelling but hopefully he has a few years left in him yet!

The 'S-man' - Fashion Statement or Human Fly?

From time to time my kids surprise me with their bizarre fashion statements.  Normally teenagers, especially boys, don’t like standing out in a crowd.  They don’t like to wear leary t-shirts or shoes that are ‘different’.  then….. out of the blue weirdness happens!

Last year M got this weird hat… it is sort of blues brothers meets old man driving!  It is black and seems to be a permanent fixture on his head.

Step-brother S decided he liked THAT hat so at Christmas I managed to track down another one.  However, S’s is white with thin black stripes.  The two of them are quite comical and neither bats an eye lid when adults (or anyone) pokes fun at them for wearing their old man hats.  In fact they seem to take this with delight rather than distane.

So…. Saturday comes around and S has pocket money burning a hole in his pocket.  He decides to head to the city wth his sister C to go to ‘Skunks’ which is (apparently) a very “cool shop”.  An hour later he arrives home with his prize!  Of course ‘THE HAT’ and ‘THE FLY GLASSES’ had to come camping with us to Dwellingup.  Cool huh!

Lane Poole Swimming area

Lane’s Poole Reserve in Dwellingup is a beautiful national forest reserve with the Murray river running through it.  The reserve is named after WA’s first forest conservationist Lane-Poole who, in 1918, got an order put through government to stop indescriminate logging of our forests.

The River meanders its way through the forest park.  It has many dammed areas where day visitors or campers can canoe or swim.  Cliff and the kids (M, S & C) decided to brave a swim in the muddy bottomed pool.  The water was quite cold apparently!  I stayed on the river bank and took photos of them while the 4 of them swam to a group of rocks out in the middle.  They told me that it was further to swim than it looked!  Can you just make out their 4 head in the centre of this photo?

Dwellingup State Forest

Cliff rested on a slimy log that was caught amongst the big rocks and when M pused him, he was unable to hold his grip and slid along the log on his stomach and I could hear them all laughting from the bank.

It was just as hard getting OUT of the water as it was getting IN.  The bank was quite high and because the bottom was very muddy you needed to hand on to trees at the waters edge to pull yourself out.  C ended up all muddy.

We all crossed the river, jumping from rock to rock, to get back to the other side where our car was.

Dwellingup beetles

There were some interesting beetles in the leaf litter everywhere we looked.  They were all exactly the same type of beetle.  Dark green with brilliant orange/red patches on their back.  The green was brilliant, similar to a Christmas Beetle green.

The drive back to the camping ground was also beautiful.  We stopped several times and took photos of the magnificent trees.  It was quite breath taking.

Car, Kids Tents & Camper Trailer

A few weeks ago we decided that we’d go camping over the Labor Day long Weekand even take the kids with us!  The camping trailer has made camping so easy.  We keep it packed with all the essentials - kid’s tents, chairs, camp table, gas cooker, air matresses etc.  So all we need do is back the car up and hitch it on and do some shopping for food to take with us.

We decided on Dwellingup as it is only about an hour and a quarter away (South) and the camping ground is in the State Forest so it is beautiful any time of year.  We last camped there in July 08 when it was very cold and the ground was nearly vacant.  The camping however in July was just brilliant and there is nothing better than sitting around the camp fire at night.  Camping in March however is another story!  As it was a long weekend the camping ground was

Camping Trailer set up (kitchen side)

absolutely packed with campers, caravans, people and dogs!  We had to drive around a few times to be able to find somewhere to even set up.  It wasn’t an ideal spot right next to the access road, but good enough for a couple of nights.  The camping trailer’s tent sets up quickly and the kids all had their dome tents up within half an hour.

We had just jumped out the car when the March flies found us! (another reason why March is NOT the best time to camp in Dwellingup!).  I reckon over the course of the 3 days we swotted and killed about 200 March Flies…. nasty buggers that hurt when they stick their proboscus into you and then make you irritable from having to smack yourself a lot in order to kill the blighters! (They are about 4 times the size of a blowfly) Then as the sun goes down and the March flies head home to bed the mozzies flock in to feast.  Insects aside, the weeked was fantastic.  The kids spent hours riding bikes around the gravel roads in the forest.  It is a nice and easy ride into the Dwellingup townsite and they always do this within about an hour of arriving to buy a magazine or puzzle book and and icecream.

Zephyr - Moroccan Lamb Salad

Yesterday J, P and I cycled to Fremantle along the river cycle paths from Mt Pleasant.  This is an easy 20km, almost flat cycle (40km round trip) except for short short, winding hill section in the Pt Walter Reserve.  It is perfect trip when you set out at around 10am arriving at the Zephyr Riverside Cafe on the Fremantle foreshore for lunch.

The menu made everything sound wonderful and it was hard to choose from a great selection of sandwiches, grill and salads.  J chose the Moroccan Lamb Salad ($24) this had spicy martinated lamb served warm a top a salad of cerry tomatoes, cucumber, capsicum, onion and Tzatziki dressing.  J said that the lamb was lovely and tender and the salad delicious.

P decided on a toasted turkish sandwich.  She chose the Middle Eastern turksih ($17) which was vegetarian.  P said it was very filling.  The Turkish was filled with chilli

Zephyr - Middle Eastern Turkish

hommus, grilled eggplant, spinach, sweet potato, capsicum and fetta.  P said that the feta had a lovely lemony tang to it.

I decided on the Rustic Vegetable Salad ($18).  This salad was served vegetarian but I chose to have some grilled chicken wth it ($24).

This salad was stunning in look and the taste was a devine mix of flavours - roast potato, sweet potato, roasted capsicum, carot and caramelised onion.  The chicken was perfectly cooked and was tender, moist and lemony.  The feta was the same as the one they had used in the Turkish, with a lovely lemony tang and not salty.  The mix of vegetables made this dish just perfect.  I would definately choose to eat this again.

The only drawback is we discovered that it was BYO and we have grown accustomed to dining with a glass of

Zephyr - Rustic Vegetable Salad

wine or a beer with our ‘cycle lunches’.  We settled on a glass of water each with our meal and a coffee starter.  Overall the meal was great and good value for the quality that was served.  We aso had a bowl of wedges that were served with two dips - chilli sauce and sour cream.  All up the meal was $70 and definately one of the best lunches we have had.

Even without the usual beer with lunch it was hard getting back on our bikes for the cycle home at the start.  Once we got going it wasn’t too bad.  About 5 minutes into the return trip there is a hill and once were were over that it was an easy ride for the next 10 minutes until we hit Point Walter.  The day was just perfect at 24 degrees C and the blue sky and gentle head wide made the ride along the river home very relaxing.  Our top speed reached was 35kmph and we averaged just 15kmph on this particular trip (down from our usual 18kmph) as we took it very leisurely.  For a few kilometres after Point Walter towards the Raffles there were an abnormally large number of Black Swans.  We normally see a small group of 4 or 5 birds but today there were dozens of them in several large groups.