Thursday 12 September –
Esperance to Fraser Range Station, Nullarbor
The previous time we spoke we were in
Esperance where we had dinner at a great restaurant, called The Loose Goose. It was so good we went back again last night
and had another fantastic meal. Just a
note for ourselves – we had a nice wine, a Margaret River - Barking Owl, Sav Blanc
Semillon, 2012.
Norseman |
Returning to town we shoved diesel into
every known orifice in the car then headed east along the Eyre Highway to start our crossing
of the Nullarbor. The strong westerly
wind immediately became our favourite travelling companion blowing us the 100
klm to Fraser Range Station, an old sheep station, and our first overnight stop
on Eyre Highway i.e. the Nullarbor. Our
fuel consumption dropped by 3 litres per 100klm with the tailwind.
Fraser Range Station is an
oasis in the desert and is very popular with caravaners in particular. With power, drinking water, private drive
through sites, shade, and OK amenities it’s located in a picturesque garden
setting and it provides the last real quality place to stop on the Nullarbor
when heading east and the first quality stop if heading west. At around 310klm from Esperance it is ideally
located.
The Station is home to one
of the holes for the Nullarbor Links, the longest golf link in the world. This afternoon we walked out to the Par 3 141
metre hole. A couple of people from the
van park played the hole which to our surprise was in good condition with
artificial turf on the putting green.
Out the back of the green a mob of kangaroos and an emu watched on
bemused as the sun set over the hills of the Station, while we walked back to
camp after completing our first day crossing the Nullarbor.
Friday 13 September – Fraser Range Station to Cocklebiddy Roadhouse.
Cocklebiddy |
Traveling east along the
Eyre Highway the traffic was very light.
Numerous road trains were crisscrossing the country but they were all
great drivers and we had no problems.
The vegetation and scenery constantly changed with the trees getting
shorter and fewer the further east we travelled. Undulating hills gave way to flat grassy
plains which are currently lush and green from the winter rains. The shallow lakes and pools are mostly full
of water providing easy water sources for the birds and other animals. Morning tea and lunch were held in one of the
numerous large roadside stops along the highway. Certainly on the western end of the Nullarbor,
firewood is in abundance however due to our having to store the van in
Cocklebiddy we are yet to have a bush camp.
Fuel at Caiguna and
Cocklebiddy costs $2.06 per litre. Using
the two gerry cans on the van and with a full tank in the car we have a range
of 850klm, so the high cost of fuel is kept to a minimum. We do tend to keep more than enough fuel on
board though so that we can get to the next fuel stop after the one we are
planning to fuel up at in case there is a problem.
Our van site at Cocklebiddy |
Tomorrow morning we will move
lots of things between car and van getting as much weight out of the car as
possible and creating enough space in the car for our two days away in a real
building for the first time in 22 weeks.
We were asked to pick up a lemon tree for the vegetable garden at EBO and
it seemed to have enjoyed the 620 klm trip from Esperance in the shower cubical
in the van.
Saturday 14 September and
Sunday 15 September – Eyre Bird Observatory (EBO)
We woke to cloudy skies and
a cool day. The car was packed and the
van locked up as best we could and away we went to EBO hoping our little van
would be there when we got back. We travelled 19klm east along the Eyre Highway
before turning off to travel along a good dirt road to the edge of the
escarpment. A good bush camp is located
near the base of a communications tower and, if you do come this way, make sure
you miss the lookout to your left like we did as it has great views of the
track to EBO below.
After making radio contact with EBO to let them know we
were on our way down, we descended the escarpment. A little way along the one lane dirt track we
stopped to let our tyres down before travelling a good but sandy 4WD track to
the EBO Homestead. When we arrived we
were met by our friends, Wendy and Alan, a coffee and some lovely home baked
chocolate chip cookies.
Making radio contact with EBO and the track in. |
Bird watching |
Bird watching for Julie and
I consisted of pointing out a “black” bird to Wendy and Alan who then then
identified it and wrote it down on the count register for the trip. After two days of ‘birding’ Julie can now
identify the nesting black-looking bird and I can spot U-Tern on the
beach from 50 metres away.
It was surprising to us just
how much work Wendy and Alan have to do as volunteers running the EBO. Regular precisely timed weather readings at
10am and 4pm for the Bureau of Meteorology guide the timing of many of the other
daily activities they do. Welcoming day
visitors, cooking and cleaning for overnight guest, tending vegetable gardens,
doing regular bird counts in various locations around the area, general and
planned maintenance of the homestead, being involved in search and rescue call
outs, recording and reporting everything about everything for what seems like
everybody and generally improving the whole place all the time, keep them both
busy all day, seven days a week. We can’t
think of anyone more capable that these two to undertake these activities.
Seaweed 'bugs' on car window |
Climbing sand dunes with Eyre Bird Observatory Homestead in background |
The original Telegraph Station site |
Lunch spot at Madura Lookout |
Crossing into South Australia |
Peg 25 camp, the third on
our list, was just perfect, being a large area, well off the road, with sites
on the edge of the cliffs overlooking the ocean. We were the only ones there when we arrived
so we had the pick of the spots. We set
up on the edge of the cliffs, folded out our chairs and watched three Southern
Right Whales frolic in the waters below us until sunset. By the time we were chased inside by the cold
and the dark, three other vans and a ‘Wide Load’ semi with its escorts had
arrived for the night. This was a bush
wonderful camp that ticked all the boxes for us.
Tuesday 17 September – Peg
25 The Nullarbor to Fowler’s Bay
The wind slowly became
stronger overnight and changed direction giving us a 40+kph side wind. This made travelling a lot more difficult requiring
increased concentration to counter the constant buffeting from the side
winds. I dropped our speed down to 80kph
as we continued our trip across the Nullarbor.
Calling in to all the scenic lookouts along the way, we eventually made
our way to the Head of the Bight where whales are said to come in close to
shore. Hoping there were whales there
today, we paid our $27 and were immediately greeted by 4 billion flies on the
way to the lookouts.
As we peered out
to sea we saw mothers and their calves bobbing in the waters just 50 to 150
metres off shore. About 45 to 75 calves
are born here every year and the new mums stay here with their calves for a
few months before heading south. We made
a suggestion that they should train the Southern Right Whales to eat flies so
that everyone wins. We had binoculars however even to the naked eye, we could see a total of 13 mothers with their calves near the shore below the
cliffs.
Southern Right Whales: mothers and calves - Head of the Bight |
After having our fill of
whales and flies we had our lunch in the car park and set off east again. Petrol at Nullarbor Roadhouse cost $2.11
which was very high (possibly the highest we’ve paid) given that 150 klm furtheast
we paid $1.67 at Nundroo Roadhouse which is also very isolated and on the Eyre
Highway in SA. By the time we turned
back onto the highway the wind had picked up and dark clouds were being blown
in from the west. The now near gale
force tail wind blew us across the Nullarbor towards our planned stop at
Fowlers Bay at the end of 20klm of dirt road.
Tree blown across road going to Fowlers Bay |
Foam churned up from high winds blown across road - Fowlers Bay |
Nearing Fowlers Bay the winds continued to pick up and it started to
rain a bit. By the time we set up our
van the winds were well over gale force and described on the radio as destructive. Sheets of roofing iron were blown off from a
building next door and smashed into a nearby car and caravan. The rain came down even more and the wind buffeted the van all night. All we could
do was bunker down until the front moved through overnight.
Wednesday 18 September – Day
2 Fowlers Bay
One could probably see all there is to see in Fowlers Bay from the comfort of one's caravan located in the caravan park. Once a busy port for those needing goods in the region, the little town/village has been on the decline since the invention of a truck that can drive on a road. Boasting a 390 metre long jetty out front, it is now used to fish from and not load goods from ships.
Although still very windy and cool from yesterday's big blow, we ventured out to walk around town and out along the jetty. The car and caravan were covered in sand from top to bottom. Fowlers Bay is surrounded by huge white shifting sand dunes. In yesterday's high winds the sand blowing off the top of the dunes looked like snow in a snowstorm, covering the town in sand. The subsequent rain helped stick the sand to everything. Strict water restrictions seem to preclude the washing of anything that doesn't have hair follicles, so the car and van remain top dressed with a thick layer of sand.
While out on the jetty a couple of single ladies, who are staying in the van park, pulled up a trap catching a giant cuttlefish. A quick walk down to the beach woke up all the flies that must have blown in from the Head of the Bight, so we headed back to town. After all this excitement, we returned to the comfort and warmth of our little van. We felt like we were climbing back on board Noah's Ark because the dove dropped the olive branch before flying past.
Thursday 19 September – Fowlers Bay to Streaky Bay
Fowlers Bay Jetty |
Giant Squid and two well dressed ladies from the van park |
Flies!! |
No Flies??? |
Although still very windy and cool from yesterday's big blow, we ventured out to walk around town and out along the jetty. The car and caravan were covered in sand from top to bottom. Fowlers Bay is surrounded by huge white shifting sand dunes. In yesterday's high winds the sand blowing off the top of the dunes looked like snow in a snowstorm, covering the town in sand. The subsequent rain helped stick the sand to everything. Strict water restrictions seem to preclude the washing of anything that doesn't have hair follicles, so the car and van remain top dressed with a thick layer of sand.
While out on the jetty a couple of single ladies, who are staying in the van park, pulled up a trap catching a giant cuttlefish. A quick walk down to the beach woke up all the flies that must have blown in from the Head of the Bight, so we headed back to town. After all this excitement, we returned to the comfort and warmth of our little van. We felt like we were climbing back on board Noah's Ark because the dove dropped the olive branch before flying past.
Thursday 19 September – Fowlers Bay to Streaky Bay
Streaky Bay- beach in front of van park |
Streaky Bay Jetty |
After setting up in the van park with views over the water from our site, we walked along the foreshore into town to check things out. The wind was still howling but the weather was fine with a forecast of a better day tomorrow. We splurged on a lovely seafood dinner tonight at Mocean restaurant in town which overlooks the jetty and Great Australian Bight.
Friday and Saturday 20 & 21 September - Day 2 and 3 Streaky Bay
Whistling Rock - fascinating sounds and sights |
The next day we drove the Westall Way Loop Drive which was quite remote with beautiful coastal views and huge surf with stops at Smooth Pool and the Granites.
Stupid place to put a sign |
Swimming in the beautiful waters off Streaky Bay is a little less enticing after we came across a full sized replica of a White Pointer shark caught on a handline 22klm offshore in the local Shell garage. A 21 year old caught it and, at 5 metres long weighing 1.52 tonnes and taking 5 hours to land, it is said to be a world record for a replica shark in a Shell Garage.
Saturday afternoon was set aside for getting all things ready to travel further south tomorrow towards Coffin Bay and Port Lincoln NP's.
We will end this blog now hoping you are enjoying it as much as we are doing the things we do to bring it to you.
We both remain well and are enjoying the lifestyle and the travels.
Jeff and Julie