Given the glassy conditions this morning, it was, perhaps, a little naïve of me to think we would leave straightaway. Nah. We went up to Turtles surf break for another “quick one”. I must say the smile on John’s face was exceptionally big when he returned from the water.

I’m a bit sick and tired of taking surfing photos actually. And we haven’t even got to Kalbarri yet.
So finally, we are on the road to Carnarvon. We did some chores, and stopped at the long jetty – 1493m long!

It’s quite historic and is being restored by some local volunteer groups. The pylons are made from jarrah from the forests in the south west. They’re building an Interpretive Centre (that’s the new lingo for Visitor Centre) at the jetty. Carnarvon also boasts an enormous (really, really enormous) satellite dish that helped track the NASA Gemini and Apollo space missions. The Grey Nomads wouldn’t miss anything on tv with a dish that big.
We left town rather later than planned, and pulled off the highway for a bush camp. The sandy track we took looked quite firm, but was actually very soft. This was a bad thing. We got bogged in the sand about five times. We used the clever “get you out of the bog” rescue tracks that had yet to be christened. That’s another item we’ve brought along that’s been used – although I could well have done without the opportunity.

After about an hour (and finally letting the tyres down), we were free and sat round the fire for a well-earned beer/G&T. Can you believe I’m drinking UDL cans? That’s another story.