Oyster Stacks and Whales

We packed up camp this morning, loaded the kayaks, and set off for an unforgettable day on the water. Our first destination was Oyster Stacks, where we geared up for a drift dive. The sea life here isRead more
We packed up camp this morning, loaded the kayaks, and set off for an unforgettable day on the water. Our first destination was Oyster Stacks, where we geared up for a drift dive. The sea life here is absolutely stunning—vibrant coral gardens teeming with fish of every color. Some of us were lucky enough to spot reef sharks gliding through the shallows—an exhilarating experience.
After our dive, we paddled on to Turquoise Bay, where we stopped for a relaxing lunch on the beach. The name doesn’t lie—the water here is a surreal shade of blue. Some enjoyed a second drift dive in the bay, floating over thriving reefs in crystal-clear water. Jan and I chose to soak up the sun and just enjoy a beautiful free swim in these pristine waters. It’s truly one of the most beautiful stretches of coastline we’ve seen.
In total, we kayaked 11 kilometers today before setting up camp at South Trealla. As evening settled in, we sat by camp and watched whales spouting just beyond the reef—a breathtaking and peaceful way to end the day. Moments like these remind us how special and alive this coastline really is and how lucky we truly are.Read more
This morning, we drove out to Osprey Bay — the real start of our adventure. We unloaded the kayak trailer and packed everything we’d need for the next four days into our kayaks: food, water, gear — the works. Wow. So much stuff stuffed into each kayak. 9 kayaks in total. 3 Guides and 6 double kayaks.
The sun was out, and although the air was still quite cool, the ocean looked irresistible in its stunning shades of aqua.
Now it was time to gear up for our first paddle — about 4 km, fully loaded. That first 1–2 km into a headwind was tough. Definitely had a few of us wondering how we’d manage the rest of the trip!
At about the 4 km mark we had our first snorkel. The water was surprisingly warm, and what a reward: sea turtles everywhere! Big, graceful adults and shy little ones darting under rock ledges as we swam by like giants. It was magical.
Back on shore, we geared up for the second leg of our paddle — about 2 km. The first couple of kilometers were tough, heading into a stiff wind. Once you get into a rhythm and groove with your kayak buddy it’s a hoot.
We stopped at Pilgramunna Bay around lunchtime — and what a bay. Crystal-clear turquoise water, white sand, not a cloud in the sky, and no communication with the outside world — total bliss. Everyone was starving, and the food tasted extra good after all that paddling.
Another snorkel revealed a whole new underwater world — more coral this time, and schools of colorful fish. We even spotted a big ray gliding by.
Then it was back in the kayaks for the final 5 km stretch to our campsite. About 11 km paddled today. We found the perfect spot: a valley nestled between sand dunes, well-sheltered from the wind. Camp North Bloodwwood. We set up our tents, then relaxed with wine, cheese, and biscuits as the sun dipped low over the Indian Ocean. Dinner followed, and we all hit the sack early — totally exhausted, cold now ( evenings get really cold) but so happy. That delicious exhausted feeling you get after a full day of exercise and activity.Read more
Our new adventure kicked off in Exmouth under clear skies and a tinge of nervous excitement. Day 1 was all about meeting the crew – twelve of us in total, plus three guides who knew the Ningaloo coastline like the backs of their hands. Friendly introductions quickly gave way to business: the briefing.
There was a lot to take in. Safety first, of course gear– life jackets, wetsuits, masks, snorkels, fins, dry bags, camp mats, water shoes, rashies, sleeping bags – the list felt endless. The challenge? Fitting five days of living into two small wet bags. I reckon we packed and replaced several times before finally having the absolute minimum.
Once packed and loaded, we hit the road – kayaks strapped to the trailer, bags tucked beneath our feet and on the seats and in the trailer. We were all so excited before our next big journey. The bus bounced its way toward Cape Range National Park, where towering limestone ranges meet the reef-fringed coast. Once these ranges were part of the sea. We have a geologist on board with a wealth of information on all things rock. So fascinating.
Camp for night one was basic but stunning – red earth, open sky, and the ocean just over the dunes. We each set up our own tents, figuring out the poles and zippers with a mix of determination and comedy. Air mattresses inflated (eventually), we set up fast as the sun dipped and the temperature plummeted again. Nights are so cold.
Camp hosts cooked dinner and we were briefed on the plans for day 2. Introductions and getting to know our fellow travellers.
The night was freezing – the kind of cold that makes your nose go numb. But sliding into a warm sleeping bag after a big day was bliss. Under a canopy of stars, the dark emu was spotted! Tomorrow, we’d hit the water!
I don’t have lots of photos. Too busy getting briefed!Read more
From Stormy Rain to Rugged Beauty. We left Kalbarri behind under lashing rain, the grey sky and wet roads making for a well timed departure. The coastline disappeared behind us, blurred by drizzle, as we made our way north through the remote stretches of Western Australia. With each kilometre, the land seemed to open up again, raw wild and far far away from home. The sense of isolation growing deeper and more profound as we turn onto the coastal road for Quobba Station.
By the time we arrived at Quobba, the rain had finally eased, and we were greeted by sunshine, and the wild, untethered energy of the Indian Ocean. Waves crashed furiously against the jagged coastline, sending plumes of white water skyward through the blowholes — a dramatic, natural spectacle that made the journey feel instantly worth it. The power of the sea here is something else, untamed and hypnotic. We were delighted to have come here and see this magnificent part of the coast. So cool.
We set up camp near the water, at QuobbaStation. Here we are close enough to hear the constant roar of the surf but tucked protectively behind some dunes. The waters here are a gorgeous turquoise and the Station is still a working sheep station. It was still cold though, the wind cutting, so we huddled around a campfire that night — so grateful for its warmth after days of grey sky and chilly weather.
As the stars were beginning to emerge in this vast outback sky, it felt wild and special — a remote corner of Australia where the land, sea, and sky collide in a truly spectacular way. Tomorrow will be the start of a completely different kind of adventure as we journey to Exmouth and join our kayak expedition.Read more
From Sandstone we drove a big day to finally reach the West Coast. We picked Kalbarri as it was surrounded by national park, rivers , beaches and seemed to have it all.
Unfortunately for us they experienced the worst weather in a year. Storms. Lashing rain. Howling winds. We barely got to see much of this gorgeous spot. Last night my life in a swag took on a whole new look and feel..
The rain came in sideways—needles of water flung hard by wind that was unrelenting. I was laying cocooned in my swag, sleeping bag pulled tight around me, the world outside a mix of noise and movement. I could feel the ground going soft beneath me, sponge-like, hopefully not soaking through. Too late now.
Each gust of wind made the trees groan and the tent flap on the ute pop in and out. Hope Jan was okay and doing better than me. Somewhere in the distance, the ocean rumbled loud and angry. My swag rippled under the force of the gale, zippers straining. It honestly felt like we were in a hurricane.
Sleep? That was a joke. I lay wide-eyed, counting the seconds between the rain squalls and the wind gusts ( 65 kms per hour)!Then it stopped. Should I make a dash for the toilet? Could I just open the side flaps to let in some air? I must have fallen asleep for minutes when I felt water sprinkling and running down the inside of the canvas and onto my mattress. I shifted, pulled the blanket tighter, tried to will my body to relax, long slow breaths, to let the noise become background.
The wind howled, the rain lashed and in that moment, alone and horizontal in the dark, I felt vulnerable and completely at the mercy of nature.
Eventually, exhaustion won out. The storm didn’t let up, but I got up. It was about 5 am. Dark, wet and blustery. Made myself a chai and sat in the camp kitchen waiting for first break of day. Needless to say we packed up in the wet, shoved everything in the Ute and hightailed it north to warmer drier climbs. Geez what a night.
Before anyone asks the answer is No! No skywalk, no gorge, no cliff top walks! No no no.Read more
Just stopped for a visit in Gwalia, and honestly it was amazing. We are still riding the outback high. It’s not just a place — it’s an experience, one that wraps you up in red dirt and a whole lot of history. It’s a walk through time alright.
First stop: the Gwalia Museum — and let me tell you, it’s so much more than dusty relics and old mining gear (though there’s plenty of that too). We were lucky enough to meet Wendy, the absolute gem of the museum. She didn’t just show us around — she took the time to really share the stories behind the town, the people who lived there, and what made Gwalia tick.
Wendy had this amazing way of bringing everything to life. The old cottages, the steam engine, the mine manager’s office , the gardens— all suddenly felt like parts of a living story. Absolute highlight.
One of the most moving parts for us was learning about the horses that worked deep underground in the Sons of Gwalia mine. Real, strong, stoic animals that hauled heavy loads in dark, narrow shafts — day after day and lived underground! OMG
Wendy shared how these horses were lowered into the mines and sometimes lived most of their lives underground, playing a massive role in keeping the gold flowing. It’s something you don’t often think about — but those horses were as much a part of the town’s lifeblood as the miners themselves.
We were heartened to find out that when the mine closed in 1963 the miners were so enamoured with their working horses that they insisted they be given an appropriate paddock to see out their final days.
We also went into Hoover House, the old mine manager’s residence (yep, designed by future U.S. President Herbert Hoover). It’s now a cozy B&B with views that stretch across the open pit mine. Imagine sipping a wine,while the desert light shifts over rusted iron and ochre soil. Scary as Fuck!
Afterwards we wandered through the ghost town itself. Like stepping through a time warp. Corrugated iron shacks, wood-fired stoves, sagging verandas — you can almost hear the footsteps of miners heading to work. Each cottage has its own story to tell of a miner or a family that called this home.
Gwalia is rich with stories — especially if you’re lucky enough to meet someone like Wendy. She made the experience unforgettable and has since emailed us more information. Bless!
If you’ve got an ounce of curiosity, and a love for history, and a soft spot for the weird and wonderful, make the trip into Gwalia. Well worth the time.
Next overnight stop is Sandstone with its neat wide streets and well tended tributes to mining history. The pub is momentarily closed but the Post Office cafe was an oasis. Such a beaut old building and two women doing a stella job providing weary travellers with the rest and treats they need before travels. It’s also a must stop. We are loving our outback adventures. Loving discovering new spaces and places.Read more
In less than 24 hours we’ve been touched by these amazing souls.
The owners of The Broad Arrow who had no problem letting us camp in front of the old pub. Whose daughter was tragically wounded and brain damaged when a huge mine truck didn’t give way and her car ran off the road and rolled. They shut the pub for months while the family relocated to Perth to be by her side. She’s home now doing ok and the pub has reopened.
The couple Steve and Claire who own the one and only Menzies cafe and told us their life story. Her husband had died, he was a trucker they were from Queensland and he’d had a dream to set up in the outback. When he died she was left nothing of the 2 million dollar estate so she bought a caravan and headed west. She has a new partner and they own the cafe which does a roaring trade in the almost ghost town of Menzies. Walls in the cafe dedicated to her ex trucker. Could they talk!
The gorgeous volunteer at Gwalia museum who spent a good hour just chatting to us, sharing her knowledge and history, books and fascinating stories. Just gorgeous.
The tradesman who stopped to chat to us about the special ‘ pointed paintwork’ on the bricks of the Edgar J Hoover House. Who told us he was Married here just a week ago and spends his spare time fossicking for good with his new wife. Quite lucratively! Great to have an interesting hobby that makes money. Who took a photo of us and told us he used to be a Wedding photographer. Just amazing.Read more
We made an executive decision last night as we poured over our maps. Sadly we would not have time for Cape Le Grand on this trip. It was important to head north for two reasons. 1. The weather was about to get very wet and that’s not much fun in a swag and 2. We still had 19 hours of driving to get to Exmouth in 5 days. The distances are vast, the roads are long and driver fatigue is a real thing!
Kalgoorlie is a great place to stop and have a stretch and just a quick ginger beer at the iconic Kalgoorlie pub with its scantily dressed bar girl as we decide we can push on another bit. Out of the main tourist drag we head to the ghost town of Broad Arrow. Once the set of a movie called The Nickel Queen and a thriving gold town of 2400 people, 8 pubs, 2 banks and many buildings. Now only the Broad Arrow Pub and a few houses survive. They let us camp in front of the pub. A beautiful crimson sun sets as we set up camp , light our camp fire and open a juicy red! Life on the road is bliss.Read more
Today we drive the remainder of the Nullarbor Plain in amongst the Salmon Gums to Esperance. Esperance with its gorgeous white sands and turquoise waters. Here we walked and read stories of early pioneers outside the post office art scape. It was a time to replenish stocked and do some domestics before our trip north. You know all those things like shopping, washing, pharmacies, fuel etc.Read more
OMG it was freezing cold last night and even colder this morning on the Bight. The icy cold wind was blasting unrelentingly from the inland and battered our camp all night. This morning we were so cold it was painful packing up our gear, our hands and fingers hurt so much. Needless to say we were away early, warming ourselves up in the car. It would be a longer drive today, some 680 kms to Fraser Range Station, which is half way between Norseman and Balladonia, 100km east of Norseman and Eucla Station is on the way. We ventured out at Eucla, quite brave given the cold. Rugged up with four layers, beanies and gloves, we walked to the old Telegraph Station and then the 2 kms to the old jetty beach. So beautiful. The sun came out, the water sparkled, we made sponge sculptures, collected flotsam washed in by the sea and laughed at the galahs who in turn laughed at us. Finally warmed up after our walk we continue west. As we get closer to Fraser Range we notice how the Nullarbor has changed.
The area is covered by gorgeous eucalyptus forest salmon gums. The vegetation is now dense and granite hills begin to pop up. It’s along this range of hills that we come to Fraser Range Station. The Station was originally founded by John and Alexander Forrest on their expedition to Adelaide in 1870 and first settled by the Dempster brothers in 1872 making it the first station to be founded on the Nullarbor Plain. It’s on these grassy flats surrounded by dense forest, that shepherds moved sheep each week, over 110 years ago, from flat to flat to eventually end up back at the Fraser Range Homestead for annual shearing.Now it’s mainly cattle which roam free and are eventually trapped with water which is scarce in these parts ( the unsalty kind)!
We joined the Sunday roast dinner in the old stone kitchen, and made some lovely new acquaintances. Each day and night so different from the previous.Read more
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If you don’t look hard you’d swear that was a penguin standing in the water.
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TravelerSo we did a time warp. Took a while to figure that out.