I Like Carrots and Apples, Have You Got Any?

We had a nice night meal at the pub last night but we didn't manage to win any of the 'Monday Madness' raffle prizes.  We stupidly bought blue and yellow tickets (Go Eagles!) but of course all the drew were purple tickets (which we'd jokingly said no to because they were Dockers colours!).  So we will just have to eat our own meat and drink our own beer as we didn't win the meat trays or the free pints.  Oh well, we have supported the local RFDS so that's okay.

We had done most of the pack up before going to the pub so in the morning it was just a matter of putting away everything inside the van after breakfast and squeezing the car into the tiny space in front of the van to hitch up.  So we were on the road again by 7.40 am and heading south once more.

We put the Ben Elton book back on for the drive - we have been waiting to find out what happened when Otto went back to Berlin and all was revealed on the road to Minilya Road house.  We stopped there for bacon and egg sandwiches for late breakfast and then back on the road again to listen to the end of the book - hooray - thought we'd never finish it - although it did seem to finish quite abruptly.  Still, we have been listening to it since before Broome and we have become quite attached to Otto, Paulus, Dagmar and Zilka.

 

Just when the car and caravan thought it was all downhill and heading south for the rest of the trip we turned off the main road and took the road to Quobba Station and headed north again.  Then, just to shock the car and van further, we once again hit the gravel and corrugations as we headed further north!  We had prepared the car with the stone stomper but then realised we actually only had to do 9 km of dirt road so we probably needn't have bothered.  Oh well!

We pulled into Quobba Station about midday and called into the office.  It was pretty much a case of drive around and pick out a site.  The lady suggested we steer clear of the sites to the north as they are exposed to the wind and it is blowing a gale today but once we'd headed up there to check it out and seen the amazing view we decided we would just put up with the wind.  In addition, the site had the advantage of being miles for anyone else and after weeks of being jammed cheek by jowl with other vans and having no view but awnings and vans and cars, the site was just too good to be true.

We set up and then realised the being on top of a cliff in a roaring gale made it pretty hard to get the pilot light to the fridge lit (it may also be that the ignition fuse has blown - we have had electricity for a few weeks now and haven't used the gas for the fridge since the Gibb River Road).  Still, we got it lit with a naked flame in the end and it's only blown out a few times so all good.

Once we had set up and got everything in order we made toasted sandwiches and sat and enjoyed our view.  It has the added bonus of a passing parade of whales so that is pretty exciting with both of us going ''Over there!" just as the other one looks away to have a bite of sandwich.  Still there were enough passing that we both saw plenty of ones either blowing jets of water, breaching or waving fins and tails in the air.

As the swell and wind were so good, we drove back down to the Blowholes and they were really firing.  It reminded me of being at Rotorua with the geysers shooting water high into the air with the same sort of loud roar.  We managed to get some good photos, then drove round Point Quobba and the campsite there to check it out (wouldn't recommend) and then drove up to the lighthouse for great views of the coast and more whales covorting offshore.

As we were driving back to the van a couple of ponies caught Jenny's attention and we stopped and one of them came across most likely for a feed of something.

I like carrots and apples, have you got any?

Back to the caravan and grabbed fresh clothes and drinks and then drove down to the station for hot showers and then up to the communal campfire for a yarn and to watch the sun go down.

When we got back to the van we realised the steaks had failed to defrost sufficiently to cook and it was also too windy outside for Larry to want to stay out there cooking in the dark so we had Continental Pasta with left over salami in it instead.

Went to bed with the sound of the wind and the relentless roar of the ocean and an extra blanket on the bed.