Red Hill Mining Town - U2

We got away early this morning, well early for us. Port Hedland came and went with only a stop for fuel. This town is not for us. Lots of mining boguns with freshly imported brides and far too much money make this an unattractive place.
Heading slightly east we pointed Hillary towards Broome. Along the way we had to pull over several times to let mining equipment through. The trucks hauling the houses, heavy machinery and other bits took up most of both lanes so stopping was the only option. It's a 600km haul up the coast and we thought we would break into a couple of days. 80 mile beach is the obvious choice as it's a bit under halfway. The last time we were here we were the only ones. Memories of millions of mozzies lingered but it still seemed our best option. Cresting the small hill above the park it seems that this time we would not be alone. Five rows of nomad mobiles nearly filled the view to the horizon. There was a tent space for us and we called it a day just after lunch.
The afternoon was filled in with a few running repairs and adjustments. Lifting the seats, adjusting the lumbar supports, repositioning the radio and trying to locate an under bonnet rattle filled in my afternoon. Jaks had a look at our trip from Darwin to Cairns and came up with a new alternative which we might use.
At sunset we took our chairs to the beach to have a romantic moment watching the sun disappear. So did the majority of the park so the romance might have to wait till later.
Tomorrow sees us getting to Broome. There we will restock and hopefully get the car washed before the orange becomes permanent.