Jan 24

Reeves Beach

After two days being along the water and not having a way to nicely get wet or up a kite board it starts to itch. So we pack up and head east for the ocean proper.

We drive past rural properties with cows, sheep and alpaca’s, the latter being the most photogenic.

We stop in Foster on the way to ask at the Information kiosk for the best spot. Marjo gets lost in the gallery next door and while babysitting the bus and the dogs I spot people spending inappropriate amounts of time on the roundabout. They don’t seem like council workers or vandals, still they keep ripping out plants.

When I ask a couple that look like locals, they inform me that it is a council garden, open to the public. None of the locals go there but all visitors seem to love free veggies. The car fumes must work as a suitable herbicide as the veggie patch is prosperous. Upon her return Marjo checks it out and returns with basil.

She swears that by nature basil smells, but I’m suspicious that cats frequent this roundabout too and spray the wares liberally. I’ll have to keep an eye out for what’s in dinner over the next few days.

Then finally after 9 km’s of dirt road (just within our limit) we arrive at the campsite.

The camping is definitely bush, it is stretched along the back of the dunes, only has a drop toilet and has mainly locals. We find a nice spot in the back, not far from a couple in their caravan. We all like the spot.

Our neighbours worked out to be a nice couple from Melbourne camping for a few days. I helped him to fix a chair and we had some drinks and nibbles together. She was an author, Elizabeth Stewart and has written a nice healthy cookbook called “Nourishing your Heart and Soul” of which we got a copy when they had to leave.

The beach here is called 90 mile beach and for a reason. As far as we can look left or right there’s beach.

This beach is nice for exploring….

swimming….

sitting in the sun…..

and in the shade…..

and just enjoy each other’s company.

Of course I wanted to kite, even when the ocean was quite rough and had to settle for body dragging (fly the kite and get dragged through the water without the board).

Dotti didn’t mind whether I was kiting or dragging and was the perfect spectator.

On the last day we had a good wind and less wild surf (you will need to click to start the movie).

The straight on land wind though made landing sometimes interesting and a bit up to close for the camera woman.

The only downside of this camping were some creatures on the sand or in the bushes that made Nossi’s legs itch to a degree that Marjo cleaned his paws with medicinal wash.

There are three issues with staying longer in a bush camp.
1st that water runs out. With 100 liters and taking a daily ocean bath water stretches to about 6 days maximum so that was fine.
2nd that the toilet fills up. With a drop toilet on the camp site that problem was easily solved
3rd that we run out of groceries. The bread was the first to go, so I looked up a recipe to bake bread without an oven. It looked simple, enough.
Mix up some dough to a ball….