Pilbara

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.

And Your Bird Can Sing - The Beatles

At 6am the birds start. From a slow hooting to every avian wonder singing their hearts out only takes a few minutes. They gradually reduce to a dull roar as the sun rises.
Our plan for the day was to check out the rest of this park, head over to Python Pool and maybe camp there. While we were packing up we got to chatting to our camp neighbor. She had just been up that way and informed us that they campground was closed. Bummer.
After a quick walk around the camp to see if we could find an olive python (we didn't) we set off via the homestead.
While looking at one of the natural springs some resident galahs thought that a mass poo on us would be fun. We both got hit, me on the shirt and Jaks unfortunately in the hair. The next spring saw her having a swim to rectify that little problem.
The camp at Python Pool was shut so high tailing it to the highway was the next idea. We have been to Port Hedland before and were not keen to go again.
A 20 km track has brought us Balla Balla where we have struck camp. A nice sunset has offset the plague of ants that is trying to carry us away.
Tomorrow we head further up the coast towards Broome.

I'm Your Venus - Bananarama

Last night was a doozy. The rain came in a big way. On the drive to the pub for dinner we had water coming up over the bonnet! Big puddles in Exmouth. As we were sleeping on the veranda we experienced the weather all night. We didn't get wet but the wind and thrashing rain kept us awake most of the night. By morning things had improved. Well it had stopped raining and the wind had abated. We packed up, thanked R&R for a great time and hit the road. As we headed east on the Burkett Road we stopped to observe the transit of Venus across the sun. Very cool to see the little black dot on the photo, that is Venus. We won't see it again for another century.
After turning off the main drag we found the mining town of Panawonica. Enough said. The road out of town started off well but the rain from the previous night had left some sizeable puddles. We slipped and slided along for a couple of hours gradually turning Hillary from white to Pilbara orange.
Millstream Chichester National Park was our destination for the night and as we pulled in the rain that had been with us for the last hour dried up. Perfect.
Crossing Pool was a delightful spot right next to a river. If it had been more than the 16 degrees a swim would have been in order. An early night was called to try to catch up from our missed slumber the night before.
7:24pm saw us in bed.