We are Back - At Port Hedland

After a long delay and so many happenings and places, we are back on the blog! Since the last posting at Kununurra 3 or 4 weeks ago we have travelled to Broome where we parked the van in the driveway of good friends Garry and Jean for a week and a half, then on to Barn Hill "Station Stay" for 4 nights, then to Eighty Mile Beach for 5 nights and today Monday 20 August to Port Hedland. Tomorrow we leave for Karijini National Park.

Looking back, with the delay at Kununurra for the truck mechanical repairs, we elected to bypass the planned camping excursion into The Bungles and go straight on to Broome. "Straight on" is certainly a misnomer, it's a big loop to start with and involved two "free camps" and about 1000 kms. We pushed hard for the first day, aiming for Mary Pool, about 450 km. It was Sunday and a necessary fuel stop at Halls Creek had us worried - if we couldn't get it we would have to wait there until Monday morning. As it turned out it was rodeo day and there was one servo open with a long queue. The result was arrival at the Mary Pool free camp just on dark. The main camping area was down across the Mary River, so we elected to stay just off the road at the top, with four other rigs in the same situation. We happily gathered with some of these, on our chairs plus "refreshments", well into the evening.

The next camp was intended to be at a recommended spot by a lake beyond Fitzroy Crossing. Unfortunately that had been closed (on private property and the arrangement went past the use-by date, we believe), so we pressed on to the next likely one in the "Camps" book, the "Boab Tree". That was okay - lots of others there and once you close your door and it's secure, it doesn't matter what's outside!

So it was on to Broome to arrive there on our target date, 31 July.

The photos from there on will bring us up to date and M will fill in some more details on Broome below.

We stayed in Broome for about 10 days.  Jean and Garry, friends from Coffs wined and dined us at all the special places, Cable Beach Resort, breakfast at Main Beach, Sunset drinkies x 3 or 4, Staircase to the Moon after dinner at the Markets, long walks along the beach catching up, Church - where we met more friends from Coff who are also travelling in our direction- camped with them at Barn Hill and 80 mile beach.J & G took us camping at Gnylmarung Camp, an off shoot of the Beagle Bay Aboriginal Community up on the Dampier Penninsula.  The road there was a bit of a challenge, but worth the corrugations to arrive at a pristine beach - our camp "Ocean view 2" - own track 10m to the beach.  Only about  8 other campers - big difference to being surrounded on all sides in caravan parks.  First campfire of the trip - cooked "Blue Bone Cod" caught by the boys - rocks too difficult to get over for Jean & I. Just an amazing place - rock fish trap used by Aboriginals before tinnies and outboards. Such a special place, hope it's still there when our children want to visit!!!!! The colour of the sea just takes your breath away - not to mention the red rocks, white sand and blue sky.

Despite its beauty, Broome is a divided community on several fronts - asylum seekers streaming in and the James Price Point gas pipeline, not to mention the grey nomads that clog up the shopping aisles.  The company that is putting in the gas pipeline is spending up big everywhere in town - from the TAFE to the local children's football. Its hard to speak against something when the company is lining your pockets.  The Sea Shepherd was in town and Bob Brown was also - The whales come up the coast and calve in that area so.........I could say a lot more on all the issues but won't. On Holidays. 

Barn Hill was also great - baked dinner for all the campers at a price with a band from the local Aboriginal community and we all danced - great fun.  Went fishing in the clear water looking out at the blue green sea. Just awesome and a blessing but no fish.  80 mile beach was very similar but much longer and still no fish.
Our neighbour caravan was Bob Magor, the Bush poet - we had been reading his poems in Broome - laughed so much ..... On the beach there are millions of shells - people hired quad bikes and you could see the grey nomads scooting up the beach, wife hanging on for dear life, living the dream and spending the inheritance.M.

R and M on the beach at Broome to watch the sunset

Around the campfire at Gnylmarung

M comfortable at Barn Hill while R sketches

Even the sandhills are red at Barn Hill beach

A preliminary sketch for a painting (finished later)

We fished in the morning ...

... and again in the afternoon (no fish landed, but beautiful conditions)

These beaches are too long to walk! M's friends from Coffs Harbour, Helen and Bob

In the annexe at Eighty Mile Beach, trying to catch up with the paintings

The beach at Eighty Mile - at low tide it took us 20 minutes to walk from the high water mark to the water, and we came back smartly as the tide was turning back in

M looking at the shells and tiny marine life

The shells on Eighty Mile Beach

Happy birthday Charlie, for tomorrow as I post this to the blog

... and Hello Max !