A bug's life

We are in Albany, the lux has conquered the roughest tracks we have encountered and is still going strong (Well, apart from some strange lighting issues: indicators come on with the lights, right indicator also comes on when the left is on and a few other quirky things that are sometimes fixed with a solid hit to the dashboard - lucky there aren’t too many people on the roads to confuse).

One of the survivors hitched a ride

So what have we done? We have spent another week in national parks amongst some of the most beautiful coastline I have experienced. From Esperance we stayed at (insert here the name of what we are sure was a very pretty beach but which we don’t remember the name or what it looked like and we didn’t take any photos…). 

We then headed off to Fitzgerald National Park where, as what seems to be a common occurrence with us, we were greeted with a gated road (they have apparently been repairing the road for 2 years). So we backtracked to a lovely little beach near Hopetoun for the night.

 

We then headed off to the National Park the long way, via Ravensthorpe, battling some very corrugated and rutted out tracks. The camping spot was great, and we quickly inflated the blow up boat Sarah bought in Esperance and rowed 1km down the inlet to the surf.

The next spot we stopped was Quoin Head, and to get there was more than challenging. The track was very eroded and hilly but we eventually got there with no damage. To get down to the campsite was the scariest part, where the car had to creep down a very, very steep, slippery and rutty track. It was all worth it when we were greeted with yet another pure white beach nestled in between two headlands, one overlooking a huge eagle’s nest perching on a rocky outcrop in the water. I had a swim and we kicked back for the rest of the day.

The next day the bay was visited by a school of salmon followed by a few men in grey suits (sharks), so my next swim was only waist deep. 

Douchebags

 We crawled back up the beast of a hill and eventually got back to the highway after knocking off one of the toolboxes on a hard bit of the track.

Top of Quoin Head



We headed into Bremer Bay, a lovely spot, great fishing apparently and some good surf spots that weren’t playing the game while we were there.

Jack -whispering

I had a flick last night and caught a nice trevally that will be in a curry for dinner tonight. The spot was magic (as every bay, inlet and beach have been since we crossed the border) and had an island 1km offshore.  This was a protected area and has penguins on it (much to Sarah’s delight). 

The weather has gotten much cooler the last few, and with that the wind has turned onshore, Today it’s raining so surfing and fishing is off the cards.

Hope all you friends and family are well. We are both feeling a bit home sick today. I blame the weather!

Bi!