This Adventurous Age

Adventures travelling and working around Australia.

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2004 Travels April 20


As yesterday, I walked on the beach for an hour, in the early morning.

Again, we fished in the bay, in the morning. But, this time, we walked in, from the parking area back in the dunes. Much safer! Maybe John was not as sanguine, yesterday, as he appeared!

We caught one whiting.

After lunch, drove back again to Scotts Bay. We drove further along the bay, this time, to where others were fishing for salmon. We didn’t get any!

Saw a shark cruising very close to shore.

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Fowlers Bay coast

At least, John had experienced a chance to try for the salmon, out there.

A big sea mist came rolling in, late in the afternoon. By dark, back at the caravan park, this had become thick fog – so moist that it was almost rain.

The Fowlers Bay whiting were very nice eating!

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2004 Travels April 19


Having had a look around the place, yesterday, we decided to extend our stay here, mainly so John could go fishing.

I walked on the beach for an hour, in the morning, before John got up.

We drove to one of the access points to the Fowlers Bay Beach and went through a very sandy cut onto the back of the beach, where John drove on further, following previous vehicle or quad tracks.

The tide appeared to be coming in fast, and I thought our situation was rather precarious, so was worried and could not relax.

John caught four grass whiting off the beach.

We left as the water was getting up close to Truck. Going back up off the beach, through the sandy cut, was not easy. John had to gun Truck somewhat, and we slewed badly to the side in the sand – not good on partly flat tyres! John and I have always disagreed on what was an acceptable risk with the vehicle. I guess that, being the passenger, and not in control of what is happening, makes it seem worse. Or maybe I am just more conservative – or more sensible?

We went back to town and fished some more, off the jetty, catching another whiting.

After lunch at the van, drove out to Scotts Bay and fished there. John caught one whiting.

There was a very colourful sunset, whilst we were out there.

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2004 Travels April 18


The final pack up and departure from the caravan park was straight forward.

We refuelled in Ceduna, again, having managed to clock up 401kms in our explorations and jaunts around town. Diesel was still 96cpl.

Today’s was not a long drive – only 145kms of towing. We set out on Highway 1, westwards. Passed through the “windmill township” of Penong, without stopping. Just west of Bookabie – a general location rather than a specific settlement – turned to the south, onto a road that led to Fowlers Bay. This was an unsealed but firm road – mostly pretty reasonable to travel on. There was about 30kms of it, before we reached the village.

The country we passed through was pretty flat and uninteresting – grain farms alternating with scrubby sections. More of these as we got closer to the coast. The few low trees were stunted and wind shaped, pointing inland. As we neared the coast, distant, high sand dunes appeared. By the time we reached the little township, these bare dunes loomed over the far edge of the town, leading us to wonder how long it would be before the settlement was engulfed by shifting sands.

We booked into the small caravan park, initially for one night, which cost $17. We really wanted to check the place out before committing to any longer stay. When we did eventually extend, it was $16 a night.

The park was a bit basic, but ok. It was right by the waterfront, by a jetty that extended some way out to sea.

After set up and lunch, went for a walk, firstly out on the jetty, then along the beach front. There was a lot of accumulated weed on the beach, so we walked in flattened tracks made by quad bikes. It seemed that quite a few people had these, here.

Fowlers Bay was an interesting little place. Once, it would have been a small port for the surrounding farm country – the fairly long jetty attested to that. Now, there was only a handful of people there.

At the front of the caravan park was a small kiosk/store, and that was the extent of commerce here.

The village was a couple of blocks deep, extending back from along the shore. The looming sand dunes were already mentioned.

The two main access roads, both unsealed, pass by, or over, salt lake areas.

Our mud map, and information, indicated that the main fishing – apart from off the jetty – was to be had at Scotts Beach, to the west, and – a bit further on from that – at the beach by a conical offshore rock formation known as Mexican Hat. One must follow tracks that skirted the big dune area, to reach these.

John let some air out of Truck tyres, in preparation for driving on sandy areas.

We went for a drive to Scotts Beach and Mexican Hat, being careful on the harder access roads because of the flatter tyres. There was some guess work involved in trying to reach the happy medium in tyre pressures, due to the differing surfaces.

There were people fishing at Scotts Beach, which was apparently a salmon fishing beach.

All we did this afternoon was to check out what the area had to offer.

After tea, John had a phone conversation with his travelling cousin, M. They were at Kalbarri, so quite some way ahead of us.

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