BROOME AT LAST...

Broome is one of those places where you really need a couple of weeks to see most things. We had set aside 3 days but soon realized that would not be enough plus it was nice to just relax for a while. So 5 days in Broome it was.  We started out at the Vacation Village caravan Park and although it was just OK we looked around and found a much better one, The Palm Grove. It had a cool refreshing pool and a more tropical feel plus it was practically accross the road from Cable Beach.  By now the temperature was beginning to rise and at the end of the day it was refreshing to end up skinny dipping in their pool (just kidding. I actually bought a pair of bathers in Broome).  We had a fan but ended up buying a small air conditioner as we knew the heat was getting worse as we continued further up into the Kimberleys. I will just put Broome into a heap of photos as there were some fairly speccy sights and probably the best were the Cable beach sunsets.  So here goes and no pictures of flowers in this blog by request of Chris and Kevin  :)


Amazing



Sunsets on Cable Beach


      





A boat drifts by

Gantheaume Point

Is where the dinasaur footprints

are found at

low tide only.

You will also find "Anastasia's pool" chiselled out of the rock by the lighthouse keeper for his arthritic wife, Anastasia, to swim in.

and some stunning rock colors and formations

The ruin of the chimney at the point



Only the chimney remains



Here come the camels

Strolling down to the beach

for Lizzy

and John

and definately not Son..

The rock work is mesmerizing at times

and Cable beach is blue skies and white beaches

Watching the sun go down

Saying hello to an old friend on Cable Beach





Behind the bar at Matsos Pub where they filmed some of the film Bran Nue Dae

The girl behind the bar was en extra on the movie



From the dance scene

Acrobats and flame throwers at the Sat Broome markets



were very clever

Lizzy and I needed a relax by the pool

and a cool swim

A coffee and scone by the lugger

and a spot of shopping

Lizzy made some new friends

in town

and spoke to one of the local divers

before hopping on the local bus



Off to the museum where no cameras are allowed



A local boab tree

The days here went by so quickly and before we knew it was time to pack up and head on to Fitzroy crossing. We left in 36 degree heat. Thank goodness for airconditioning.

Hope everyone is going well. Always look forward to your comments. Take care and see you soon (See.. no flowers)

xx

Sonia, John n Lizzy :)

PORT HEDLAND

Morning cuppa at Karajini

We left Karijini very early in the morning, and set our tracks to Port Hedland. There were many interesting rock formations coming into Port Hedland and of course wild flower opportunities in abundance.

Colors are lovely

Nearing Pt Hedland

I will do a part 2 of Wild Flowers for anyone interested in these spectacular flowers/ plants.

Approaching Port Hedland brought back quite a few memories of my working days here at the Regional hospital.  Also of going out to Sherlock Station past Whim Creek. One day we will revisit if the owner agrees.

Setting up at Cooke Point

We stayed at the Cooke Point caravan park which was very nice and comfortable, and had fabulous cooking facilities in the camp kitchen which later that night Lizzy used to cook up yet another Master chef winning spaghetti meatball gourmet. She called it Lizzys meatball madness.

 As we were parked right next to a children's playground area, I took out our little metal detector and within 10 minutes had found 3 very old $2 coins, a rusty nail and a rusty tent peg. It was a profitable 10 minutes and I’m sure Jonno would be very proud of his mum.

Rusty nail in the kids playground

We also met a couple from Victoria who were a wealth of information about the places where we are yet to travel to. After 8 years of travelling they were happy to tell us the good, the bad and the ugly about places in the North West. Whilst on a short drive around the coast of Port Hedland we saw that the tides were so far out that there was not much of a beach anywhere.

Tidal creek at the back of the park.

By the way there is no white beach sand in Hedland, only brown dirt. There is a cute statue of a kangaroo and joey.

Kangaroo loved Lizzy..

Salt mine

The salt mine is also still there. Thought Jonno and Sarelle would like to see it one more time.. The lights over Hedland at night are also very pretty.

Nightlights

So off to bed for an early morning start on our way to Broome tomorrow, with a trek of 600 kms.

Cya soon

Goodnight to all, and especially to all of our little grandchildren.. Heath, Summer, Rylee, Connor, Luarna, Georgia, Thomas & Isabella.

John, Son & Lizzy xx. (Nana and grandad)

KARIJINI

From Tom Price, its just a short drive of 50 or so kilometres to the Karijini National Park visitor centre. We  were however a bit worried as we had come across three lots of tourists stranded at the Tom Price caravan park, due to mechanical problems, whilst travelling to Karijini. The visitor centre is set in the middle of the park, run by the local aboriginal community. It contains many interesting facts and information, as well as the many tourist souvenirs and gifts to purchase. We were lucky enough to be given an “Outback Survival Pack” which contained a variety of useful things. 

 We set off for Dales Campground, just a few km’s down the road from the centre. We were allocated a nice quiet caravan bay, number 86# in the Euro loop.

Bay 86 in the bush.

 This campground has no power or water, is all gravel but luckily it has toilets, even though they are the "drop" variety they are cleaned every day.. The whole campground had 100 bays and by mid- afternoon most were taken. It is quite busy out there and almost like a little town centre!   After setting up we made our way to the Dales Gorge. The lookouts allowed you to view the gorge and pools, and a bit further on there was an accessible track leading down into the gorge itself.

Circular Pool

Dale Gorge

At the lookout.

 Most people were almost running down the track, which was comprised of huge rock steps and a shear drop at your side. There was a hand rail for about 15 metres, the rest was just some old fencing wire with nothing to hang onto. With my shaky knees and jelly legs, and Johns help and guidance we managed to descend Down..  Down.. Down..  to the bottom. I don’t mind admitting I am terrified of heights and so found this  challenging and terrifying. After what seemed like an eternity (or at least a very long time) finally we were there. Lizzy had been waiting at the bottom level and had already taken a huge pile of photos. She just sits and waits for us oldies very patiently.

Part of the waterfall/pool area

The Fortescue falls and Fern pool (a short stroll further) were well worth the gruelling descent. The waterfalls and pool areas made you just feel like jumping in. There were many who were and it just looked so refreshing after the climb.

Fortescue pool

A little rest

Fern Pool.. Stunning

The undergrowth along the gorge walls seemed like a magical fairyland at times.

This must be where the water fairies live!

Really should have taken some bathers

After enjoying all of this scenery it was time to contemplate the journey back up. With John by my side and Lizzy miles ahead I did finally make it, although there were a few times when I thought I would not and that John would gladly toss me over the side. I could see the insurance $$ signs in his eyes. This journey is definitely not for the faint hearted or the wonky kneed (sorry Chris).

After a refreshing afternoon tea (beer and a Pepsi) we took a 3km stroll along the rim of the gorge to Circular pool. As you can see from the pictures this is another stunningly tranquil and beautiful swimming pool.

Circular pool

 Lizzy prepared a feast of hamburgers, eggs and salad on the hotplates provided at the campsite and we dined in the twilight of the Karijini bush.

Enjoying dinner in the bush (Lizzy cooked).

There are warnings everywhere not to leave food, rubbish or esky’s out at night as the dingoes have learnt to scavenge from campsites. The dingoes have been known to be aggressive in the past and have been shot.

We spent a lovely, peaceful night managing very well on both battery and gas power. Lizzy was able to watch a DVD on the computer.  As we drifted off the sleep that night we could hear the faint guitar strumming of an aspiring musician somewhere in the park. There’s something rather nice about sleeping under the stars  in the middle of nowhere with the peace and quiet of the bush. This was one of my favorite nights and John and I have both agreed to return and stay for at least a week sometime in the near future. 

 And so goodnight to everyone,

 talk soon J

John, Son & Lizzy xx.

 (mum, dad, nana and grandad and aunty xxxx)