Day 2 - Bush camp to Ellensbrook ~27.5km
With a waft of nice smelly Kangaroo combined with the blaring sun in my eyes at 5am, I was more than keen to get up. Yesterday I was following some fresh footprints, so I skipped breakfast in the hopes to catch up the person in front of me for breakfast at Moses campsite. Unfortunately Moses was a little furthur away than I thought so I didn't end up catching him until I arrived in Gracetown. There was a eerie vibe there, a man had just recently been taken by a shark. The local shop owner was looking into the ocean every 5 minutes with his binoculars in the hopes of spotting a large fin. There were some brave surfers tackling the waves, and tourist onlookers amazed at the sights and oblivious to the past events.
I had a potato top pie and a nice mars bar before I made my way to Ellensbrook campsite about 6km's from gracetown and set up camp with Nigel, the man I bumped into at gracetown. It was great listening to his stories, he is an Aussie based in the US who had pretty much hiked and travelled everywhere. His next trip was to the Larapinta, of which I gave him plenty of advice. I told him about my cycle to Uluru, and he casually said, oh yeah, I did that around 20 years ago, did you go through Kings Canyon? I was mindblown that someone else had done what I did, and as we shared stories, it seemed as though the road had barely changed since then.
Putting up my tarp was a challenge since there was not a single rock within a 2 mile radius. I found a concrete slab at the toilet block and a log from the bushes and used my macguiver skills to erect my tarp. Good enough I thought. My shins were in so much pain, and my hip felt a little out of wack from walking on all the sloped beaches along the way. Slept like a baby that night.
Day 3 here
With a waft of nice smelly Kangaroo combined with the blaring sun in my eyes at 5am, I was more than keen to get up. Yesterday I was following some fresh footprints, so I skipped breakfast in the hopes to catch up the person in front of me for breakfast at Moses campsite. Unfortunately Moses was a little furthur away than I thought so I didn't end up catching him until I arrived in Gracetown. There was a eerie vibe there, a man had just recently been taken by a shark. The local shop owner was looking into the ocean every 5 minutes with his binoculars in the hopes of spotting a large fin. There were some brave surfers tackling the waves, and tourist onlookers amazed at the sights and oblivious to the past events.
I had a potato top pie and a nice mars bar before I made my way to Ellensbrook campsite about 6km's from gracetown and set up camp with Nigel, the man I bumped into at gracetown. It was great listening to his stories, he is an Aussie based in the US who had pretty much hiked and travelled everywhere. His next trip was to the Larapinta, of which I gave him plenty of advice. I told him about my cycle to Uluru, and he casually said, oh yeah, I did that around 20 years ago, did you go through Kings Canyon? I was mindblown that someone else had done what I did, and as we shared stories, it seemed as though the road had barely changed since then.
Putting up my tarp was a challenge since there was not a single rock within a 2 mile radius. I found a concrete slab at the toilet block and a log from the bushes and used my macguiver skills to erect my tarp. Good enough I thought. My shins were in so much pain, and my hip felt a little out of wack from walking on all the sloped beaches along the way. Slept like a baby that night.
Day 3 here
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| A Kangaroo greets me in the morning |
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| Picturesque walking trail |
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| Some rock hopping along the trail |
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| Fresh water trickles down into the ocean |
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| Some friendly wildlife |
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| Media at Lefthanders beach, the beach where the man was killed by a shark |
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| Regrowth amongst the dead bushes |
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| Nice coastal scenery |
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| Notice the concrete slab and log hahah |
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