A Pair of Wallys

Trip Start Mar 14, 2006
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Trip End Mar 15, 2007


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Wednesday, November 8, 2006

A little rain in the night saw my tent turning into a sieve as I woke up in a small puddle too tried in the night to care about it then.

Corolla took the driver's seat this morning as we drove back down the beach with a high tide forcing up into the softer sand making the ride a little hairy with the jeep lurching at every bump threatening to tip over.

We stopped at Eli Creek, a fresh water stream flowing out onto the beach which we crossed yesterday but scuppering other groups chances of continuing south for now with the high tide meeting the river at depth blocking the way.

After a bit of a paddle we drove up to Indian Head (after another ice-cream stop) a cliff face jutting out over the beach overlooking the sea with an infamous sandy track around it which had bogged down many a vehicle, with others today not even attempting. Having talked about it for the last two days we weren't gonna walk away now and after two failed attempts we managed to break through to the other side all while having to listen to the girl's choice of girly pop music not really fitting the feeling of brute force at the time.

We walked up to the top of Indian Head getting a panorama of the area and down the long beach while just out to sea two migrating whales could be seen heading south with two pods of dolphins out for a swim. Running back down the hot sand you could almost hear the hiss of steam as everyone sprinted straight into a pool of water at the bottom of the hill reliving scorched toes.

Driving up to the Champagne Pools leaving the other group to walk having failed to drive around Indian Head (smug) we had lunch before going for a dip in the only safe place here you could in salt water, with the sea teeming with sharks we were told, with no one willing to prove them wrong. With the other's cooking themselves in the sun I went for a wander down a completely deserted beach with not another sole in sight before we finally headed back to camp.

Joining in with the Aborginal's doing a little spear throwing determined to get that rare breed of cardboard box kangraoo but ending glad we weren't having to rely on our hunting skills for dinner. Kangaroo would have died from boredom before any of us got near it.

A shorter evening around the camp fire resting full stomachs after a mountain of pasta and camp made garlic bread (clever) there was still a little room for a few toasted marshmallows before tent time hearing Dingos stalking around outside probably realizing the lack of danger after watching the earlier spear antics.
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