They are experienced campers in the area. They talk of Wreath Flowers to be found about the time we would be in Geraldton and the massive machinery of the Pilbara. I talk of my want to visit Marble Bar, they suggest it is more interesting than one might think.
I am out for walk early again today. Not as early as yesterday but still before Robyn makes it out of bed. There is no fog this morning and I place the solar panel out to capture the morning rays.
Walking over the beach head I see some people in the distance. Interesting that there seems to be quite a crowd. They are some half way to the waters edge, which at low tide means they must be nigh on a kilometre from the “shore”. There is a partial dispersal and the congregation seems to be moving away from a vehicle in the mud. Surely no one has been silly enough to drive in the mud.
I have heard stories of the madness that is the mud here. Get bogged and you will be retrieved, but perhaps several tides into the future. One particular story told of management going out to assist a bogged patron, only to become bogged themselves – it took a week to retrieve the shells of the vehicle. Not only is the water relentless but the salt penetrates everything. Once submerged the vehicles are write offs.