(RJ announcing, from up in a tree)
Excuse me! Attention please!
We would like you to know that there has been a change in policy.
The change in policy is:
Kids are now allowed to have alcohol, whenever they want!
Now bring us some Coke!
The Perth Royal Show is held every year and is similar to the state fairs that take place across the US. It’s generally focused on agriculture and regional Australia (with prizes awarded for the best livestock), but also includes a lot of rides, junk food and … showbags.
Showbags are generally themed and have 5-15 different toys, gadgets and other bits of plastic junk relating to that theme. We like to think we’re doing our very important part to support the Chinese economy. The kids spend a lot of time agonising over which bag to get; comparing the contents, considering the utility and evaluting the coolness factor. They’re fully aware, however, that the chocolate and candy bags are totally off limits.
We had another reason for visiting the show this year: LR had two of her photographs accepted into the photographic exhibition. It was a big accomplishment; only the best photos make it in, and she was competing with high school kids, too!
This year, we visited two times: once during the day, and a follow-up visit in the evening to see the excellent fireworks with Grammy, Poppa and the Melbourne cousins, PA and MS.
Well, we're here guys. What should we do first?
While we were away for half of July (pictures coming soon, promise!), we were just as busy through the rest of it. American Independence Day rolled around and we invited the family over for hamburgers and sparklers. Dad got to stand outside and grill the burgers in the cold, rainy winter weather and ponder how to get some ‘real’ fireworks into the country. There was a disco for the end of the term at school — apparently costumes were NOT optional. Finally, Dad and RJ rocked out at the AC-DC exhibition at the WA Museum.
Grammy gets some sparklers lit while RJ... Hang on a minute! HEY RJ! STOP TRYING TO SET THE LAWN ON FIRE!
The next stage of our adventure brought us to Monkey Mia, where we met some friendly mammals with a taste for seafood and thousands of crustacean squatters before dragged through the ocean from a high speed catamaran. After a hair-raising drive through an extended muddy bog, we made it to Gnaraloo Station, a delightful paradise marred only slightly by a small infestation of surfers and a veritable plague of ecstatic, frisky whales.
After spending the night in Denham, we got up early the next morning and drove to Monkey Mia. Every day, a crowd gathers on the shore to wait for a pod of dolphins who have been fed there, every day, for years.
LR and RJ try to spot them from the jetty.
The water was incredibly still and calm... Dad had the rare chance to get some early morning photography done while waiting.
LR stands knee deep in water as the pod arrives.
One of the park rangers hands over some of the delicious booty.
The kids spent some time snorkelling and exploring the shallow waters of the bay.
LR and RJ discovered hermit crabs near the shore... There were hundreds of them!
LR heads off to collect another handful of crabs!
Mom booked us onto a boat cruise. It was a great way to get out into the bay and see some sharks, turtles, dolphins and perhaps even a dugong.
RJ and Dad rode in the net, trying to spot sharks as we cruised the reefs.
The boat stopped by a pearl oyster farm where we learned the ins and outs of farming pearls. As we watched the presentation, RJ suddenly darted forward between the speaker's legs to save this tiny crab from being stepped on.
RJ had an audience as he practiced his surf moves!
On the ride back, LR and Dad made up their own jokes to entertain themselves.
One of the wild dolphins had great fun riding the bow wave from the boat.
Once we left the reef area and returned to deeper water, the captain loaded the net behind the boat with passengers and took off -- the ultimate ocean cold-tub.
The next morning, we were off again, heading north past Carnarvon and on to Gnaraloo Station. We stopped along the way to watch the blowholes, as whales happily flopped about just off the coast. Despite the best efforts from the blowholes, with deafening roars and tremendous columns of water blasting from the rock, the kids were still way more interested in the tidal pools.
LR did her very best to break her ankle by leaping maniacally from rock to rock across the puddles, but failed miserably.
Gnaraloo Station lies at the end of a dirt track that runs north of Carnarvon. During the Summer, there is so little rain that the track is packed hard and just about any vehicle can make it through. It turns out that during Winter, it’s a bit of a different story.
In our case, torrential rains had come through about three days prior, and the track had been completely flooded. What was left for us was a series of opaque muddy lakes and bogs of thick, sticky, orange mud connected by small sections of track. The owners of the station had put out the official word to the community that only real four-wheel drives should attempt the track, and even then to stick to the ‘chicken-tracks’. Chicken tracks are side tracks, usually weaving deleriously through the bushland for a few hundred metres, that avoid the worst of the bogs and deepest pools. They’ve been amusingly named by the four-wheel drive enthusiasts for those people who chicken out when driving the main track.
When we called the station and informed them about our rear-wheel drive, towing a heavy trailer, they said, “Sure, come on up. You’ll be fine.” We didn’t discover their ‘official’ recommendation until after we got there.
At this point, we had 80 km (50 miles) of this kind of track ahead of us. Every few hundred metres, we would encounter another massive bog which would require getting out and inspecting. We very seriously considered turning around and not continuing on.
We arrived, triumphant, but utterly nervewracked and exhausted. We took our place amongst the four wheel drives and tried to pretend it had been great fun.
At the base of the cliff in front of camp, there's a famous surfing spot. It was pretty spectactular, with great waves rolling in continuously, all day long.
Dog digging competition!!! On your mark, get set, go!
What's that, Mom? The water's a bit cold?
RJ really enjoyed snorkelling too. He spotted all kinds of fish, and thought he had made friends with two, but discovered they were just damselfish trying to scare him away from their algae farm!
At every opportunity, LR hunted for the most precious shells on the sea floor.
At low tide, we could explore the safer sections of the cliff face. There were lots of little caves and rock pools along the way.
We hiked lots of trails around Gnaraloo, climbing cliffs and exploring. It was a terrific place to watch whales happily flop and splash about, with a few showing up every ten minutes or so.
Some awful, terrible, bad parents set an awful, terrible, unsafe example for their children by jumping down into this sea cave to pick up some pretty rocks, and then frantically scrambling out before the waves came crashing into it.
RJ and his new favorite pet... A 'cuddle' fish.
Big news!!! We discovered RJ's first wiggly tooth!
These super cute bearded dragons were everywhere. They were incredibly curious and had absolutely no fear of people, but at the speeds they dart around, they have no reason to be.
Gnaraloo Bay is absolutely stunning -- some of the most spectacular coral and aquatic wildlife in the world, just a metre below the surface of a huge expanse of crystal blue water gently lapping against perfect, white, fine-grained sand, and aside from this amazingly great family that showed up, almost completely deserted.
RJ and LR gathered shells and rocks built an enormous city that spanned the beach.
These huge sand dunes were just a short hike from the campsite.
It took a while to climb to the top; they were bigger than they looked and we were weighed down by an impressive number of dead crabs.
We finally made it to the top, where we watched more whales springing about.
LR and Dad wandered off with their cameras to get some pictures of the surfers. They had to be pretty brave to attempt the entry from the reef into the crashing waves.
The kids made friends with the boys at the neighbouring camp. Ledgy, their dad, even set up a totem tennis set for them, which our kids promptly dominated.
Oh no! Camping hair!!! (and she still looks gorgeous.)
Being wintertime, we were allowed to have a campfire. RJ worked on his marshmallow chargrilling technique.
LR, to Mom's delight, worked on a careful, slow-roasting technique, producing a series of perfectly toasted marshmallows.
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RJ: (frustrated) You just have to climb a tree, Dad! That’s all you have to do. Ugghghhhhh… (throws up his hands)
Don’t you know that zombies can’t jump? Don’t you know that zombies can’t climb? They don’t have brains — they can’t figure it out!
You’re just going to have your brains eaten and die.
Is that what you want??
Really??
(shakes head in disgust)
RJ’s birthday was loads of fun. After school, we gathered up most of his classmates and walked them to the park near our house, where we enjoyed fruit, snacks and cupcakes! We had a nice dinner and more cake that night with Grammy and Poppa. The next day, RJ invited two of his friends to go see a movie with us in the city. Happy birthday RJ!
RJ's favorite present was this jaw from a 10ft lemon shark.
The trip to Melbourne wasn’t only for Thanksgiving dinner with our friends. We also spent a bunch of time with our cousins!
Even though it was nearly summer, the weather was typical Melbourne: cool and rainy. The day we arrived, we stopped by a great cafe for a terrific brunch followed by a trip to the Melbourne Museum. They have a great permanent dinosaur exhibit and while we were there, they had a fantastic arthropod exhibit with a huge collection of LIVE tarantulas and dangerous spiders as well as some insects. RJ was in heaven — a museum full of dinosaurs and bugs!
Off to a cafe for breakfast, where LR tells Mi. all the latest news. Surprise of the morning: both LR and RJ like kippers!
This year we flew to Melbourne to spend Thanksgiving with a different set of friends and family. Because a lot of Australians don’t know what pilgrims are, except perhaps characters in John Wayne cowboy movies, we don’t get the day off to cook over here.
Instead, our friends invited a group of us (including three stranded Americans) over on the following Saturday and got the ovens fired up.
Before things got started, Dad took the kids to a nearby park to try and get some energy out. The dinner itself was fantastic — everyone loved it and all the necessary Thanksgiving staples were on the table. Afterwards, the dads took the kids down to the nearby school playground for a run around and a play before the rain started up again.
Massive thanks to our friends for inviting us over and sharing Thanksgiving with us! We had a GREAT time!
Ahhh, Thanksgiving. Delicious as usual!
Another birthday rolled around and this time it was Dad’s turn to blow out the candles. It all started off with a luxurious sleep-in. The kids left Dad alone for an extra twenty minutes, waking him up at 5:35AM, instead of 5:15! We followed up with the normal Saturday morning craziness, with a brief “Rescue the Cat” interlude, when Violet Miaowmix decided that spending an hour attempting to find entry into the neighbours’ aviary from our roof might be a fun idea.
Mum and the kids whipped up a delicious cake, which we ate immediately, and then sent everyone over to the park to burn off the resulting sugar rush. After Amanda showed up to watch the kids, Mum took Dad out to dinner and then off to see a local production of Spamalot. Great fun!
Nothing like starting a birthday with a whirlwind of shrieking children wearing underpants outside their clothes and on their heads.
(while performing gymnastic tricks on the playground)
LR: Now this trick you’re going to love…
(swings around the bar)
You’ve never seen it before…
(swoops her way to the top)
And I know you haven’t seen it before…
(gracefully spins around the bar)
Because I havent made it up yet.
(swings from one bar to the next)
Its called the… Rather Interesting Roll.
