#HereWeGoAgain

There is a large reservoir behind the van park and a look out. The signs suggest it is a 4WD opportunity. Robyn is not enamoured with signs like that, especially when another suggests low 4WD and low gear are required.

What a surprising chain of events. A pub in a small town renowned for its heat, turning on an amazing night of “entertainment” with an eye opening insight into a passionate personality.

Desert on the other hand is a different story. Lime Swirl Cheesecake, not something I would order where there were options are more of a chocolate nature but it is what it is and it was very nice.

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.

Reeling quickly I catch up to the fish. The way this is going it will be on the beach shortly. Just at the back of the waves, there is a major change. Apparently, the fish has realised it is hooked and its current direction will have it gasping for water very quickly.

We are in no mood for the entire experience. We turn and head for home, stopping to watch hermit crabs move around in shallow pools. Their movement, captured on video as they move in terms of millimetres as they go about their lives

Back at the van, I can’t find my sunglasses. I am worried I have left them at the previous site and after lunch, I walk back over there for investigation. No joy, the site is as pristine as it was when we first set foot on it.

At the office, notes on the wall suggest tonight is going to be a super low tide, exposing much of the reef just off the beach. The office also has treats like vanilla slices and chocolate brownies that suggest to Robyn she might have morning tea all day tomorrow in this space.

Guess what. It has been done but the paperwork had not gotten to the front desk – AGAIN. What are these people running?

Many of the patrons leave well before the moon gets directly above, not that we want to wait until midnight either. What it does allow, is that although we are getting great shots from our vantage point, there are palm trees in most shots.

The fishing is slow but not uneventful. A couple of very promising bites encourage prolonged attempts. From time to time we up stakes and move towards the receding tide. By the time I have “caught” a number of “weed fish” we are several hundred metres under the high tide mark.

Again – everyone being full of their own importance.