In Albany in Western Australia’s south there is a suburb called Dog Rock. A strange name one would think until you happen to drive south east along the main road and realise that one of the large granite rocks does indeed resemble a dog’s head. Continue reading Dog Rock
West Coast winter 2015 When not staying in caravan parks we are constantly aware of our consumables. The water tanks give us about four days. Gas for cooking, fridge and hot water is quite cheap and lasts for ages. Solar … Continue reading Java Blues
I had been waiting for ten years to see the Stromatolites at Hamelin Pool in WA, they are supposedly the oldest living organisms on earth at 3,500 million years (that’s a lot of zeroes). After staring at them for a full half hour I must say that I am still none the wiser. Woody wanted to know if they light up at night! Our mate Dee called them tomatolites. Stromatolites, Hamelin Pool, WA Continue reading Please Explain?
Also known as Hidden Valley, tiny Mirima National Park is in the heart of town and yet feels like a world away from Kununurra, WA. A miniature of the Bungle Bungles, Mirima too has the beehive shaped outcrops. Continue reading Mirima National Park a hidden valley
Winter 2015 We drive 25 kms north of Geraldton to Coronation Beach camp ground. It is quite a sight, the blue of the ocean, lines of breakers and the surf crashing in. People stroll about lazily their heads encased in … Continue reading Coronation Beach
Nullarbor 2015 Confused with multiple time zone changes as we cross the Nullarbor Plain we wake at 5:00am and it is broad daylight. When we open the door the flies are waiting and zoom in. Damn I’d only just managed to kill the ants that took up residence in the fridge. Yep that’s right they were inside the fridge busily doing what ants do. Now the flies want my breakfast. We haven’t seen any live animals since the emus around Port Augusta and very little road kill. I think the insects are dominating out here. Continue reading The Ants Reign
We have new neighbours. The couple on our right are from NSW and have stayed here in Broome fifteen times, I think they like it. And they’ve just sold their house to go on the road permanently. On our left is a couple from South Australia. He’s a retired maintenance man and she was a house mother in a boarding school. They do short term postings at caravan parks and farms, they were even rat catchers on a pig farm. They’re on their way to take up a posting at a cattle station that is run by the Indigenous Land … Continue reading Different Lifestyles
The Rusty Shed cafe in the port of Wyndham, WA is advertising Barra and Chips nite. So we find ourselves sitting under the gum trees on a large timber deck listening to a guy called Brad Martin play guitar and … Continue reading An Often Overlooked Treasure
The one commercial fisherman sells fish from his home in Wyndham and we have a hankering for a prawn lunch. We walk through the cyclone wire gate, across the dirt yard, between the mangrove tree, dog and an old bath tub on the right and the front end loader and dead car body on top of an orange shipping container on our left into the workshop. We step around the trail bike in bits on the floor and there’s the fisho’s missus packing up fish for the freezer. “Welcome to the processing works” she says. And this front yard is … Continue reading The Fisho’s Missus
Winter 2015 At Barn Hill, WA there is a rock cairn atop the hill that was erected by Alexander Forrest when he passed through here in 1879. It is reminders like these that make our journeys inconsequential compared to the … Continue reading Barn Hill
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