(over video chat to the US)
LR: We did a big hike yesterday. About five miles.
Dad: Wow, that’s huge! You must have been worn out. How much complaining did you do?
LR: Well, about two percent… Actually, make that one percent there and one percent on the way back. Pretty good really.
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: You have to be careful, there are leeches around here.
Dad: I don’t think there are. Remember, they told us that the leeches are all upstream at the waterfall.
RJ: Yes. There are, but not the sort they were talking about.
Dad: Really? What are these ones like?
RJ: They’re small and white, and have antennae with little balls on the end. If they bite you, then you get really sick and die.
Dad: How do you know this?
RJ: One of them bit me last time we were here. I nearly didn’t survive.
Dad: Glad you made it then. I’ll keep my eyes open.
Grandpa Jeff took a few days off work to play with us! First was a great trip to the Baltimore Aquarium with the cousins. It’s much bigger than the aquarium back home. We really enoyed seeing the Australian exhibit that was on while we were there, and even recognised most of the animals.
The next day we went hiking on the Appalachian Trail. Grandpa Jeff tracked down some geocache coordinates and brought his GPS so we could find them. We ended up finding three!
Finally, he took us into a commercial cave. He would have preferred a ‘real’ cave, but Mum and Dad were a bit uncertain about RJ disappearing off down one of the side tunnels when no one was looking.
There are these great bubble tubes right near the entrance to the Baltimore Aquarium.
In July of 2010, we went for a massive adventure to the USA. Four weeks and several thousand photos later, we returned with an incredible number of experiences under our belt. Our first stop was in Cody, Wyoming, where we spent a week with our incredibly gracious hosts. We cannot thank them enough for the sheer number of amazing things we got to see and do while we were there (not to mention letting our unruly mob stay with them in their beautiful house). It is really an amazing part of the country and we only got more jealous with each day we got to stay with them.
Here are the first few days of our adventure… Airports, travelling, and then adventures near our temporary home in Wyoming!
RJ enjoys the view at Denver airport. We're almost there!
Easter and the Autumn break rolled around once more, so we took off down south to unwind and relax a little. We brought our friends M, J, J, and I along with us and we all had a great time. Big events this time around were several extreme rock climbing sessions, decorating eggs, the Easter morning hunt, a hike through the Karri forest and the required horse riding.
We made it to the top!
