Cleaverville

We leave crossing the bridge and see that the river is hardly a river if we look at the water it carries.

In Western Australia they seem to recognise that as they only put “De Grey R” on signs. This seems a standard here. Of course it could also be a state wide saving program to minimize sign space.

Some bored miners personalized ant hills with their safety helmets.

And we came to the hustle and bustle of Port Hedland.
Mining traffic rules the world here.

We decide to take fuel, stock up on groceries and have a beach stop. The beach is mining style with dumped sand and bits making the beach. The dogs don’t care.

We pass the Port Hedland yacht club with three sorry boats stuck in a little water. I’m sure that boats are not a necessity to be part of the club.

On the way to Cleaverville we pass the historic town of Roeburne.

Then we follow 14 km of dirt road to arrive at a very dusty campground. The campground is mainly a strip of dirt along the coast with mainly people that stay three months of the winter season. There is not much attraction to us. No shower, no toilet, no water, barely beach (mostly rock) and mucky water. The sea breeze is nice though and we sleep well 🙂

Posted from Fortescue, Western Australia, Australia.