Washing off the red dust at Cable Beach

Ahhhh, the turquoise water was like balm to the eyes – it really is an amazing colour.  We couldn’t wait to jump into the salt water and wash off all the dust from our desert travels.  Rolled up at the best caravan park in Broome and were pleasantly surprised when our friends, the Bremmers turned up and set up on a neighbouring site shortly after.  Spent the next five days just chilling out.  Made much use of the wonderful pool to beat the heat, visited the local markets, spent hours at Cable Beach in the delightfully warm water (28-30 degrees).  The kids rode their bikes, formed kid posses, set up an art stall (mostly patronised by their parents!) and traded their animal cards.

Rich, John, Dylan and Kai got their bogan out one night and headed to the Broome Speedway for some petrol head action. The stadium was simply the spectators’ cars pulled up so that you could see by sitting on the roof, or bullbar, or esky, or whatever else you brought to sit on. It seemed to be the big entertainment and many of the spectators had obviously done this many times before as they had brought their dinners and beverages with them and were hoeing into them during the various races, whilst they yelled out to people they knew racing the cars.

One of the other nights we had been waiting for was the NRL Grand Final – especially as Rich is a Sea Eagles fan, and John is a Roosters fan. John set up the TV outside his van and we proceeded to yell at his TV for 2 hrs until Manly was beaten. After a dramatic pizza mix up, we all gorged ourselves on pizza and analysed the game.

One for the Sea Eagles fans!

The beach dealt us a few surprises – one day there was a snake in the kids’ playground, another morning the beach was closed due to a shark feeding just off shore! When the local wildlife wasn't trying to get us - we had a great time in and out of the water.



John and Beck Bremmer

 The only big adventure that required any form of exertion was going out to Guantheume Point at sunrise to search for dinosaur footprints in the rock platform at low tide.  The plant and animal life exposed on the rock platform was just as impressive as the footprints. Rich, the part-time palaeontologist that he is (not), was a little dubious about the authenticity of the 'footprints', stating that wouldn't footprints hundreds of millions of years old and continually being washed over by sand get eroded pretty quickly?!? He reckons they are either random, fake or something else including possibilities such as anchors or Aboriginal grindings.  Kel, a true believer, was not happy with this line of questioning and refuted Rich's claims, stating that they are bathed in water, not sand and that water erosion makes holes larger over time, citing various examples such as gorges and caves.  We still have not resolved this, you be the judge!

 

After playing on the beach and watching our last Cable Beach sunset, we left Cable Beach fairly reluctantly to travel further down the coast – with a plan to meet the Bremmers down the road a bit.