Escaping the heat and flies we leave early from this giant tree. The bus can smell the ocean and we continue west. We decide not to go to Derby but head straight for Broome and turn left at the if Boab tree.
When we get closer to Broome the air starts getting dense and before we know it we pass a large bush fire.
Lucky for us this truck passed us just before.
In Broome we find the ocean and the only beach where dogs are allowed looks like a parking lot.
We decide to go off to the other side with nicer views and dip in the cool sea. Ahhhhhhhh, nice.
Back at the car though we notice the stifling heat and the many flies. And the only camping in Broome that reluctantly accepts dogs is far from the ocean. I get a panic mode and feel stifled, claustrophobic. In a dash we get fuel, fill up with water see a little bit of Broome and then escape. In the rush we forget to do any grocery shopping but we can always live on lollies and dog food 🙂
We then pass the bush fire again and head south towards Port Hedland. In about 120 km there should be a seaside caravan park. We get a little tired and Marjo still feels that I rushed our Broome visit (which I did) but I need fresh air and water.
The scenery along the drive south changes with endless fields and snow? It works out to be white sand and also the ant hills that look like snow cones are pure white.
When we come to the turnoff for Barn Hill station, we are greeted by a fence and a 9 km corrugated dirt road.
The bus doesn’t like corrugation which means we don’t like it either and with 18 kph it takes exactly half an hour to reach the camping. It’s all worth it and we have a view, a breeze, bearable flies and a fabulous beach. Marjo’s in heaven.
The beach combines rock and ocean with sand, stones, and a plethora of shells. We will leave many kilos heavier I’m sure.
We decide to stay three nights and enjoy sunsets and the sound of the waves (which is here a bit different as with every new wave a kaleidoscope of new pebbles, shells and other beautiful things wash ashore.
The dogs love the freedom of the beach and frolic in the water, cool down in pools and sleep in the shade.
We love the layout of the amenities. The warm water for the showers depends on the sun heating up the black pipes, so an early morning or evening shower is a frightening cold affair. And before you go to the loo you need to look up to make sure no passing bird poops on you while you’re busy yourself 🙂 You also get interesting results peeing at night and gazing at the stars…..nobody likes wet feet.
Then we really run out of food and move on.
Posted from Roebuck, Western Australia, Australia.
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