Posted 27thJune
23rd June 2013
One draw back of a blog entry or posting is
that each current post is at the start of the blog which means if I continue
with a particular narrative you get the second part first which may become a
little confusing at times if you haven’t read the previous post.
In my previous post I talked about the
horizontal waterfalls, so named by Sir David Attenborough, I’m still not sure
why they are called horizontal. For many years I had a perception the falls
were formed by water rushing off coral reefs, but this is not the case. Visualise
a tidal body of water several kilometres long almost like a large fiord and surrounded
by high rocky cliffs and promontories, open to the sea at one end. Off to one
side are two similar fiords only narrower and separated from the large fiord
and each other by a very narrow peninsular of rock approximately 50-60 metres
high. These two fiords are like two lakes with one single opening from one lake
to the other and similarly into the large body of water. One opening is about
15 metres wide the other about 8-10 metres wide, it is here the horizontal
falls are formed. Tides in this area are between 11 and 13 metres high, as the
tide comes in it has to squeeze through these narrow gaps and similarly on the
ebb tide it falls faster on one side of the gap than the water on the other
consequently forming a waterfall of churning and violent water with huge
boiling whirl pools. The thrill of course is to sit in or on in our case, a
powerful boat and do all sorts of things like charge through the narrow gap at
break neck speed while you hang on for dear life and yahoo like a mob of school
kids (and the women scream), or slow down so the boat is held in the grip of
the surging torrent bobbing around like a cork in a washing machine with sheer
cliffs rising 50metres above and 50 metres of water below you forcing its way
through the narrow gap. It’s not all harem scarem though, the area is of great
natural beauty and while you are there you get the opportunity to have a good
look around and enjoy the vista. Would you believe a mining company has applied
to mine the area and the Western government is considering it.
The Kimberley Region and coast line is of
such great natural beauty, in my opinion the whole region should be totally protected
against mining or heavy industry of any sort. In the scheme of things it isn’t
such a vast area relevant to the rest of Australia, should we really desecrate
such natural beauty to satisfy the greed of a few?
Moving on down to Broome we checked into
Cable Beach Caravan Park for two nights. Classified as four star, it was very
expensive, very crowded and difficult to manoeuvre the van into place, plus the
amenities in our area were disgraceful. Having heard so much about Cable Beach
we were looking forward to seeing it especially at sunset. What a
disappointment, after a 2kilometre walk we eventually got to the beach where we
had to walk across shelly coarse sand to reach any resemblance of a decent
beach amongst a line of rocks. Muttering our disappointment and voicing our
opinion on the virtues of Fraser, Moreton and Stradbroke Islands apart from the
coastal beaches of both the Sunshine and Gold Coasts, we strolled northward and
eventually cleared the rocky formations to where every man and his dog were
driving their 4wd to get a photo of the sunset without rocks impeding their
view. In amongst all this three separate columns of camels were being led along
the beach just to add to the mayhem.
A day spent looking around Broome and then
we moved out travelling south in the direction of Port Headland. Just over 100
hundred kls down the road we turned off onto a sand track into Barn Hill
Station a working cattle station of some 450,000 acres that takes up 80
kilometres of beautiful coastline. Ten kilometres in from the highway on a sand
track, we arrived at a very basic caravan park run by the property owners and
here we set up camp on unpowered sites to spend best part of a week in idyllic
conditions. Access to beautiful beaches and long walks, unusual colourful rock
formations, cool nights and 30+C days, deep blue skies and cooling breezes, almost
paradise. Our toilets and showers are a hoot, open air corrugated iron, hot
water supplied courtesy of a large pile of coiled up black poly pipe and it all
works wonderfully well including flushing toilets. You get used to walking up
to the ablutions and seeing both male and female legs protruding below either
the showers or toilets, it’s all very natural. Our days have been filled in a
totally relaxed manner, long walks along beaches both north and south, picking
up beautiful little shells (for the ladies of course) washed up with the large
tides each day, exploring rocky headlands where eroding sandstone slabs create
attractive patterns of multiple colours. Then usually we get back to our vans
by early afternoon have a late lunch followed by our daily shower in the open
air showers, catch up on a bit of reading and then wander down to the little
kiosk to buy an ice cream. We even had a game of barefoot bowls on the crude little
green adjacent to the kiosk seeing no-one was there to watch, we won’t talk
about that effort either, needless to say none of us expect to be invited into
a comp any time soon. Then back to the vans for happy hour, a few nibblies and
a couple of coldies, it’s a tough life. To-night, Sunday night special, for $15
per head a three course meal, soup, roast of the day and desserts, we’ll be in
that.
26th June 2013
On Monday we departed Barn Hill heading for
80 Mile Beach 247 kls south of Barn Hill. The turn off to 80 Mile Beach is
about 45kls south of the Sandfire Roadhouse that is marked on most maps.
9-10kls of corrugated red dirt road brings you to the beach caravan park where
for $41 per night we were on a powered and grassy site. This park is well
organised and obviously has been here a long time, amenities are clean and
plenty of hot water and pressure. The place is set out on a level site
protected by surrounding grassed dunes.
A short walk (100m) over a dune brings you
to the widest beach I have ever seen, at low tide is must be ¾ of a kilometre
out to the water and the silvery grey sand stretches as far as the eye can see
in either direction. In the upper parts of the beach the sand is gritty crushed
shell with deep shell beds that have been washed up, the sand gets finer as you
proceed down the beach until it is almost a grey silt at the waters edge, I
likened it to Kaolin Clay for those that can remember the poultice material
used for drawing boils many years ago. Shells of all descriptions litter the
beach and not too many beach strollers resist the temptation to gather a
collection of the many varied shapes and colours comparing colour and quality
with others doing the same.
For the first time since leaving home in
March a weather front came in and we have had considerable rain over the past
two days and nights. Not having access to the internet makes it difficult to
know what is happening in the region, however a road report posted at the
reception office indicated numerous roads in the region are closed particularly
around Port Headland. The weather is supposed top clear tomorrow (Thursday) and
rumour has it there was sunshine in Port Headland this morning. We booked in
for another night and will assess the situation in the morning, if we depart we
will probably only travel as far as Pardoo Roadhouse about 100kls south of 80
Mile Beach turn off. From here should be able to get more information and
re-assess our travel plans.
27th June
We left 80 Mile Beach this morning in cold
wind and overcast conditions, it hadn’t rained all night so we considered the
front had passed over and was breaking up. We travelled through to Port
Headland driving out of the foul weather into a perfect day. Boring is probably
the best way to describe the countryside enroute but we were entertained by
listening to all the carry on regarding the change of leadership. Judging by
the amount of water running in creeks and rivers and lapping the highway in
places it is apparent they had a lot of heavy rain in the region near Port
Headland.
I so enjoy reading your blogs. Are you anywhere near Parabadoo? I have a friend (Colleen Bevan) living there. If you pass through ask for her and tell her you know me. I worked with her at Penguin Publishing here in London. We're not having a very good summer, yet again. Wimbledon is on so more rain!!!!
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