Hiding out at Eighty Mile Beach.

We headed out of Tom Price and landed in Port Hedland.  There wasn’t a lot to do there.  And in actuality, we stayed at South Hedland because Port Hedland was booked out.  So we stayed at the dubious Black Rocks at South Hedland.  Dubious?..you ask.. yes dubious.

We pulled in and were told there’s ten spaces left, “pick whichever one you want.” HUH?!  okay.  And we picked out a spot, miniscule that it was.  Obviously an older caravan park due to the ‘small’ spaces.  Very cramped it was.  But we made it in and we made it out.  I KNOW that Col and Margaret were EVER so happy to leave that place.  One thing it DID have going for it, was that the washing was only $2 per load.  No dryers,..and if you could find room on the clothes line, it was good.

And here we are now,..hiding out at Eighty Mile Beach.  Sun, Sand, and Surf.  And no reception for computers OR telephones.

Known as Eighty Mile Beach for obvious reasons.  As far as you can see, beach only and little or NO PEOPLE.

We watched the sun go down over the ocean on the first day here.  The second day, we decided to do some fishing.  We did find a spot that was a creek outlet.  Unfortunately, as we waited for the tide to rise and fill the inlet, we came to realize that it would never fill unless it was an EXCEPTIONAL high tide.  So we opted for fishing along the shore which resulted in no fish, no bites, not even a nibble.

But we HAVE been finding some WONDERFUL seashells.  My small collection has grown to a large dish now,  to hold the many beautiful shells.

And today, being the third full day here, Chris has fixed the plumbing problem that we’ve had for the past 4 months, whereby we didn’t have any water in the bathroom vanity bowl.  We do now. Which means we can brush our teeth in the bathroom instead of the kitchen sink.  And we’ve read books and watched DVDs.  We’re off to do some fishing this afternoon, which had the same results as before.  HOWEVER, we DID find a rod and reel.  After leaving a note with the caravan park office, the gentleman who lost it,  picked it up at “happy hour”. 

Tomorrow will bring another leisurely day and now that I’ve finished the Matthew Reilly book,Temple;  it must mean it’s time to work on the crochet.  BUT only after one more day of fishing and if there’s not another queue, I’ll even try washing a couple loads of clothes.