One year ago The Blue Hats went on an adventure to Borneo and trekked the Headhunters Trail through Mulu National Park. It was a terrific adventure which I will record shortly for you. During our trip we made friends with new friends, Ralf and Gabriele, who took our invitation to visit the Mid West of Western Australia and stay with us to have an adventure far from their usual home in Europe.
Surprisingly, this year it hasn't really got hot yet, and Christmas/ New Year was long sleeve weather, so swimming on our famous beaches was out. So we celebrated a wonderful hot dinner Christmas, packed the kayaks away and loaded up the Hilux for a trip. So while Blue Hat Phil was exploring the deep south we took our excellent travelling companions northward and into the outback.
But first, we had to travel from the airport to Geraldton, and this meant stopping to look at the Grass Tree lookout on Ocean Drive.The it was onto Geraldton and out to Wooleen Station. Along the way we stopped off for lunch near the Greenough River which had a whisper of water in it, and some stunningly beautiful old gums providing a little bit of shade. (pic below)
The original bridge across the river was delightful, a remnant of days when infrastructure was not just for efficiency - the new road doesn't get washed out as much when the river comes down in full force, but it's not as pretty as the old girl! A remnant of the old bridge has been relocated to the side of the road and if you're keen you can clamber up and read its history. (see below)
Not far along the gravel road is the turn off to Wooleen. Along the way we came to a ford across the Murchison River; it was dry on this December day but we have been to Wooleen when the water has washed the car well and truly. The 2006 Peak flood level was an experience for everyone in the Murchison pastoral area - and our visitors found it hard to get their heads around the idea that, sometimes, this country is awash as far as the eye can see. Gabriele gave her best imitation of swimming in the flood. We've swum in the mighty Murchison in flood and it's not easy....
Three hours or so after leaving Geraldton we arrived at Wooleen - the vast distances and gibber desert stunned our European friends. The fact that we had not seen any other vehicles in that time was testament to the breadth of this vast land (and that everyone else was still at home finishing off the Christmas ham). The directions to the camp site were simple. Turn right at the first tea pot and then right at the second tea pot! Truly.....
Our camp site at The Breakaways was just wonderful; we set up camp and settled in with a cold beer, some tea and an evening of watching the sky turn orange, then pink, then red as it slowly turned off the colour
on the mesa breakaways and entered us into a night of stars so clear and bright that we had to sleep outside just to watch them rotate slowly past. The Southern Cross, held in the hands of the Milky Way, didn't come up until the early hours. Early the next morning we loaded up and head west to the coast for another type of adventure.
I'm busy working on my blog posts. Watch this space!