Third Coldest Pool in WA

WEDNESDAY 12 JUNE 2019

Although it was always one of Jenny’s criteria for a caravan that it should have a window above the bed to allow for fresh air, it must be said that we ever bother opening said window either because of wind, rain, moonlight, rising sun etc etc.  Last night, however, conditions were perfect to have the window open and it was lovely snuggling under the doona with a cool breeze blowing.  Some time in the middle of the night, however, I awoke to the sound of grass being steadily consumed right outside out the window and there they were, the famous night time De Grey River cows!  No sign of them by morning and just some trampled grass and footprints to prove I hadn’t dreamt them.

We had gone to bed early again so up at dawn with coffee and books in bed and a leisurely breakfast.  Left camp just before 8am and headed on east and then north east and finally north towards Broome.  Stopped once at Sandfire roadhouse to refuel and was a totally different experience to 3 years ago when there was a queue of about 10 cars/caravans queuing for the bowsers.  This time we pulled straight in with only one or two other vans in the parking lot.  Bought a drink and hot chips and then just kept going with Jenny doing a 2 hour shift before stopping very briefly to change drivers and consume our ham and cheese rolls.

Made the Roebuck Plains Caravan Park by 2pm and parked the van up on the grass and under a palm tree and settled in the for the afternoon.  We have mislaid a small plastic bag with the key and tighteners for the roof rack and searched unsuccessfully through the car and caravan for it yesterday.  Having decided we might have left it in Perth we rang Ben and had him look around but no luck there either so had another hunt around the car again.  The bloody thing refuses to be found and so Larry used the hammer key instead and tightened the roof rack and then, feeling hot and bothered (32 degrees here) we consoled ourselves with a dip in the freezing cold pool and swapped travel stories with a grey nomad who was desperate for a chat (I think his wife must have turfed him out of his van for some peace and quiet!)

We then made use of the amenity block for long hot showers and then headed over to the tavern for a lovely counter meal.  Jenny had asked Larry if we could stay here again because she remembered how good the food was 3 years ago and the steak and creamy garlic sauce didn’t disappoint.  We then headed back to the van to get the blog sorted.  Although we have been diligently writing it each day we either haven’t had adequate internet coverage or battery life on the lap top to get it posted.  Larry also had to chastise Jenny for not clearing her phone of all the America photos before we left home so if a rogue picture of California creeps into the blog it’s all my fault!