Left side looking up the hill

As it was the (Queen’s birthday)

Looking down to the backLooking down to the back

long weekend we decided to head up to the “farm” to do some maintenance.  We’d stayed there the weekend before and had taken up bedding, towels and other essentials which meant all we needed to take was clothes and some food.

Every time I stay there for the night… window open, fresh air blowing in, dark night sky, stars and silence (other than the dulcet tones of varioius species of frogs) I am reminded at just how magical this place is and how much I have missed it in the past 18 months I haven’t lived there.

Saturday morning Cliff jumped on our newly serviced lawnmower to mow the main grass area while the blades were brand new (before I got my hands on them!).  I decided to use the mattock to get out a few rocks (that are large enough to ruin mower blades)

A momentus occasion - Mitch whipper snipping

that were firmly embedded in the

Cliff on the whipper snipper

grass so they were impossible to see when mowing.  I then took on the task of digging up the roots and chopping out the two stagnent mango trees.  The first only a metre tall has not grown in the 6 1/2 years we’ve had the block.  I chopped a branch to test the wood and found it very soft.  I only had to dig around the root ball and down a foot to be able to chop through enough of the main roots I could push the tree over and remove it.  The second tree was about 7 foot tall but had never fruited or look anything much.  Due to its size it was much harder to dig out but I managed to use the mattock to clear beside each of the big roots and was able to chop through them and after pushing the tree in each direction snapped through enough roots to remove the tree also.

Kookaburra - and spot the two willy wagtails

At midday Cliff & I headed down to

Peaceful place

M&D Smiths to watch the footy grandfinal between Geelong and St Kilda.  We both wanted St Kilda to win but sadly they never rose to the occasion and Geelong were the better side on the day and took the cup.  St Kilda ended the season with only 2 losses all year and about 12 points clear of the 2nd side (Geelong).  After the game we headed back up to Piesse Brook to continue on the mowing.

On Sunday Cliff started the whipper snipping.  Mitchell met us up the farm (after driving himself there for the first time) and did a spot of whipper snipping.  I thought I’d take a photo to commemorate the momentus occasion that one of our children actually picked up a gardening implement and used it (even if it was just for 1/2 hour)… not one whinge was even had (a double miracle).

Mahli exhausted after a long weekend

I mowed the bottom grass area and then started ont he left paddock.  Our friendly kookaburras headed over and perched on low branches for a good view of any mice or large insects we may have been disturbing.  They have become so tame they are not the least bit scared of us.  They sit in the tree and allow us to get to only a foot or two away to take a photo and they just look at us and cock their heads blinking.  They swoop down in front of the mower or whipper snipper with seemingly no fear we are going to hit them.  They are not the least bit concerned about Mahli either!

On Monday we decided to sleep in and read for a while before heading out to finish off the bottom paddock before cleaning off the mower and putting everything back in our superbly clean shed (cleaned last weekend!).

Next Saturday we have the tree Fritz coming over to quote on trimming the dead wood off the willows and trimming a couple of the branches off the trees on the verge which Western Power have been flagging for years!

We

Sam - Dales Gorge

awake as dawn breaks and having had at least 10 hours sleep already decide to read in bed for an hour or so before getting up.  We put the billy on and decide to cook a good breakfast as we will not be getting lunch today.  Toast, bacon and bake beans are a perfect camp breky!

We head off to the closest gorge today - Dale Gorge, which is the only gorge in walking distance and is one of the favourites.  We take a couple of litres of water, douse ourselves in sun cream, grab a couple of bits of fruit and our bathers and the camera and set off.

We firstly walk the length of the gorge along the top and take photos looking down into it.  At the left end (west?) of the gorge “circular pool” is the attraction and we can see dozens of people way, way down there already swimming.  We decide to walk to the other

Size comparison!

end and go down into the gorge from the far end.  We start to decend about 3/4 of the way along the length of the gorge.  The decent is not too difficult (category 1 only) as it has designated steps made of cemented in rocks and for the first hundred metres there is a hand rail on the steep side.  As we head down into the gorge we notice that instead of the harsh surroundings that are up on the top and surrounding land it is beginning to appear quite ‘tropical’ and water seeps through the sides of the gorge.

As we climb further down there are still trees but they have now turned into paper barks (trees that like ‘wet feet’), palms and even huge native fig trees with massive root structures.  As we get to the bottom of the gorge the walls are covered in beautiful, delicate ferns - ‘Maiden Hair Ferns’ on the walls and ‘King Ferns’ on the floor.  It is just stunning and is like being in a different world - it could be any tropical forest!  We walk along the pathway

Looking down to Circular Pool from top of Dale Gorge

towards the (eastern?) end of the gorge.  We hear the screeching of some sort of bird (we think) only to find a couple of trees full of large fruit bats with fuzzy red hairy bodies and large wings that are hanging upside down with their wings wrapped around their bodies.

Ferny Pool is the highlight of this end of the gorge.  It is a beautiful clear, deep, natural pool that looks brilliant sapphire blue because the water is so pristine.  There is a group of noisy young guys sitting on the water fall and swimming already and there are around 20 other people sitting eating morning tea and taking photos.  We take photos here for a while waiting for the guys on the waterfall to get out of the frame.  When we’ve taken enough shots to hopefully get a good one to enlarge when we get back, we turn around and head towards the other end of Dale Gorge and to Circular Pool.  This walk takes around an hour -sometimes on pathways, over rocks and sometimes climbing using the horizontal stacked rocks as leavage.

Beautiful Snappy Gum

It is just incredibly beautiful down in Dale’s Gorge and we take dozens of photos of rocks, trees and water features.  When we arrive at Circular Pool it is around 1pm and the people who were swimming here earlier have either gone back up or moved along as it is totally quiet.  We obviously planned this with great timing.  I had brought my bathers with me, hoping to be able to get a swim, but had not worn them.  Cliff stood on look out (just in case) and I quickly strip off and put my bathers on.  We head to the water which we already know will be very cold… however, it is actually near freezing we think…. omg it is damn cold.  Cliff braves the water first and I take a few photos of him as he quickly goes totally numb.  He can only stand 5 or so minutes of the icy water and gets out, his skin red with the cold.  I decide to brave the cold and step onto the slippery rock and slowly lower myself into the still, crystal clear pool.  It is so cold that within 10

Snappy gums grow anywhere!

seconds I am numb, so cold I feel like I am burning.  I decide to swim to the other side of the pool near the water fall (as Cliff did) and Cliff takes photos of me while I swim back and forth trying to keep my arms and legs moving to be able to make it back to the rock to get out.  We both dry off with a towel we brought and recloth.  It takes us a good 1/2 hour of climbing to actually warm up to normal temperature again!

We decide on the closer, steep climb out of the gorge on a rise of steep steps.  We got back to our campsite around 3pm quite exhausted, and exhilerated from our first gorge climb.  We settle in for the evening playing a game of cards and then reading and get an early night for our next day.

We

Dale Gorge - Karijini National Park

arrive at Karijini at 9.30am and head to the Visitor’s centre which is about 8kms inside the park.  They tell us that we need to go directly to the Dale camping ground to find out if they have a camp site available and they mention that there is already a big queue.  This is not good news, and is our worst fear, that coming all this way (1500kms from Perth) that we will be turned away.  It astounded us that we could not book and pay for a site in advance, as you can in most metro or southern camping grounds.  Apparently they need to have a ‘first in best dressed’ type of arrangement to cater for people that have driven across from the Eastern States…. seems crazy to us though as there are no alternative camp grounds to go to!

We arrive at Dale Camping ground at 9.40am and are ecstatic to find that we in fact are only 2nd in line and jag camp site #48 in “Kangaroo Loops”.   We set up our tent, table and chairs,

Beautiful Rocks - Dale Gorge, Karijini.

make up our bed then decide what to do for the remainder of the day.  We contemplate going for a walk or to one of the gorges but instead settle on a ‘total rest’ day and both get out books to read, corn chips and a couple of icy cold beers and settle in the for a lazy day.  This is such a welcome relief after so many days of dusty travel.

For anyone who has not been North in Western Australia and camped in such remote places I imagine landing in a place such as this may be quite a shock.  It is harsh country indeed.  Red dirt is everywhere. Small ‘Snappy Gum’ Eucalypt trees dot the country side and prickly spinifex litters the ground.  There is NO green only greyish, olive greens and the occasional wild flower (it is amazing that flowers exist in such a place where months of 40 degrees plus with no water are common).  The red dirt is something that you cannot imagine and it still amazes me every time I see it.  It is such an amazing dark red, one which stains your skin easily and I spend the next week with bright orange feet!  Amazingly there are lots of birds native to this area.  Insect eating birds with beautiful whistles and the most amazing pigeons called Spinifex Pigeons and we can’t help but spend a lot of time

Spinifex Pigeons

watching these funny birds with weird ‘hair dos’.  They are not scared of us at all and fly in to pick up any seed or crumbs we may have dropped and even walk under our table and chairs while we are sitting on them.

There is no electricity, no water, no shops, no showers and the only facility whatsoever in this huge National park are what we call “drop toilets”.  These by far would be the most horendous discovery for anyone who have not been remote before and are exactly what they sound like - a deep hole in the ground with a toilet on top siting inside a tin box.  There is no water - you simply open the lid (while holding your breath!), go to the toilet (and whatever you do drops down the stinky, deep hole below) and then you close the lid (and hopefully contain the smell!).  These toilets work by simple means of bacteria which then ‘eats’ the contents of the

Ferny Pool, Dales Gorge

hole so that no water is required, and no emptying is required.  And.. although there is quite an awful smell when the toilet lid is open, it is on the ‘earthy’ side rather than like a putrid toilet smell.  In fact these “drop toilets” are cleaner and less smelly than most mens public toilets!  Still it is a weird experience and I never get used to them!

As with most campers, as night draws in we cook our camp dinner, put the billy on for a cup of tea and head to bed shortly after the sun sets in order to be up with the sun the next morning.

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

Stormy skys over Avalon (Mandurah)

Last weekend was a long weekend.  We went to watch the Dockers play (Aussie Rules Football live) on Saturday night against Richmond.  It was a great game to watch, with the exeption of 1/4 where Richmond scored 6 goals straight.  Instead of the Docker laying down and dying they rose to the challenge and the game after this was just fantastic to watch and very exciting…. unfortunately 1 1/2 minutes before the end Richmond got the goal which put them 3 points in front.  The umpiring was very uninspiring and uneven and in the dying seconds of the game Dockers marked it in their goal square but the umpire called ‘play on’ and then the siren sounded. So another loss… but at least the games have been enjoyable to watch because they do not give up!

Sapphire Skys over Avalon

So…. we got home from the football about 10pm and thought “let’s go to the beach house”! So Cliff and I packed a few things and headed off…. we arrived at 11.30pm.  The weather took an immediate turn for the worse and storms set in the the remainder of the 36 hours we were there.  The lightening over the ocean was amazing.  The black, dark grey and sapphire blue storm clouds were extraordinary.  The thunder scared Mahli, who spent most of the weekend hiding under a blanket.  We managed a couple of walks on the beach in amongst storms (cos there is no way I would be outside when I can SEE lightening!).

The lightening was so severe that a passing helicopter which was flying along the beach decided to land on the nearby school oval and didn’t take off for an hour and a half when the weather had cleared sufficiently.  I wouldn’t want to be sitting in a tin can 100 metres off the ocean either during a lightening storm!

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.

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.

Phantom of the Opera - Anthony Warlow, Perth 2009

Until recently I had not seen any musicals.  I do not like opera but there are several more modern musical scores that I love - Les Miserables, Miss Saigon and Phantom of the Opera.  A couple of years ago I saw Les Mis but it was only showing at the Regal Theatre which is a very small, old theatre in Subiaco so the sound was not that good and the stage set had to be small.  Last year Miss Saigon came to town and played at the Burswood Theatre, a newer, sound superier theatre in Burswood Perth.  The stage set was just magnificient and even if you didn’t like the music it was well worth watching the stage set changes and special affects.  I absolutely love the music of Miss Saigon and I saw the show a couple of times.

February 2009 saw Andrew Lloyd Weber’s “Phantom of the Opera” came to town at the Burswood Theatre.  I booked two lots of tickets and went with B, P & J one night and with Cliff, I & C on a second night. Anthony Warlow was the Phantom and his voice was wonderful.  The stage sets were amazing and seeing it the second time around made it even better.

We were lucky enough to jag VIP Box Tickets to the Hopman Cup 2009 Perth for Monday 5th January’s day games to see Australia vs Germany.

As this co-incided with the exact anniversary of the day we met 9 years ago and just 7 days off of our 8th Wedding Anniversary we decided to make it a celebratory stay over and booked 2 nights at the Holiday Inn at Burswood which is just a few hundred metres away from the Burswood Dome where the matches were to take place.

I thought that the room fees would be cheaper at the Holiday Inn, when compared to the Burswood International Hotel which is actually part of the Burswood Casino complex, due to the fact that the facilities are far less.  We have previously stayed at the Burswood International Hotel.  If you book a ’spa’ room they are pretty large with a King size bed and a lovely open plan bathroom that has no wall above the spa to the bedroom (which is great if you sit back having a spa, drinking wine and watching the movie chanel!).  The Burswood complex has a huge outdoor pool with a wonderful swim-up bar where I have enjoyed several cocktails in the past.  It also has many bars and restaurants on ground level in addition of course to the casino (which I am not a fan of).

The Holiday Inn gave us room 829 which is on the 8th (top) floor of the hotel.  I had asked for a river view but on getting to the hotel realised that basically there would be no river view because on 3 sides the hotel is surrounded by other buildings of the Burswood complex.  However, we did get a glimpse of water from our hotel room which which were several small lakes on the Burswood Golf complex which are located in front of the Burswood private residential apartments.

So, the price of this room per night was an astounding $420 for Sunday night and $460 for Monday night, which included breakfast at Soroccos (which is a small restaurant/bar on the ground floor, ajoining the Holiday Inn to the Burswood Casino complex).