More rain overnight and this morning, meant we got to sleep-in a bit and take our time, as we waited for it to ease. This did mean another steamy day however, and the weather app was saying 94% humidity. We drove to Wagait Beach, the furtherest north we have both ever been, and for Bridget as well. It was a beautiful beach, and quiet seaside town, but it’s a beach with warnings of not to swim, not just because of the crocs in the water, but the stingers and box jelly fish too. Ahh got to love living in Australia, home to the deadliest creatures! (Google ‘come to Australia song’ one of my favourites)😉 We found the beach had the most amazing coloured rocks - white, red, and orange, with the occasional rusty patch, (it was safe to climb on rocks, crocs don’t like them as they hurt their underbelly.) If you looked long enough at the sand and stood still, the shells came alive and moved! Little hermit crabs scrambling along, and would stop at the slightest threat or movement. Black cockatoos flew above us, with their soulful cry, it was easy to feel close to our creator God, as I marvelled at the amazing beauty and diversity of the nature around me. I soaked it all in, as the sun beat down on my back, and waves gently reached towards me before disappearing out to sea, (I wasn’t too close to the sea for the waves to reach me….croc safe)
We moved on to a nearby WWII plane crash site in Wagait beach, where a B24 Liberator plane flown by the USA Air Force, crashed on a training mission in 1945, killing all 6 personnel. The road into the site started out ok, but quickly became a goat track, but the ever capable Matt manoeuvred Bridget around the narrow road and around trees. (Sal did a fantastic job of not telling me to turn around which I’m sure was crossing her mind, bit of an eye of the needle situation in spots, but I’ve still got mirrors so alls good 👍 and I only had to do a 7 point turn at the end. )Just want to add that turning around was not an option, it was forward or reversing back down the track, which would have been scarier.
We headed to Dundee Beach from here, stopping for lunch along the way, and getting enthusiastic waves from some army personnel sitting by their Bushmaster, presumably for lunch, parked by the roadside. Not much to Dundee beach except a busy pub, and caravan park and lots of fishing adventure tour boats coming and going. Again the crystal clear turquoise waters were so inviting in the hot weather, but swimmer beware! The army were doing an exercise here, and we watched as they brought in the inflatable boats, got out, pulled of the engine, and mounted it into a steel framed case, rolled these frames away and packed them into a trailer, let the air out in the boats and packed them away. We joked that it didn’t look like a quick process to set up and pack up and the battle would be over by the time they got them ready.
There were lots of patrons at the newly renovated pub, so Matt did the obligatory drive by to get their attention and admiration, before we returned back to Berry Springs and the camp site we had used last night. A quiet night in, to fix the issues we are having with our hot water system. (Crossed fingers may have been a water pressure problem cascading from our earlier water pump failure. I’ve made it work twice….🤞🤞) and that meant I got to enjoy a hot shower, thanks Matt.
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