Day 3 - Ellensbrook to Contos ~29.5km (minus 5km of hitchhiking)
You know when you're just keen to get to your next destination that you miss some of the most obvious things, yeah well, I left my campsite ready to tackle the day ahead and realised as I was making a video that I had forgotten to refill my water bottles. Fortunately it was only 1km down the track, but 1km takes ~15 minutes, so there went 30 minutes of my day. Today I expected it to be a relatively long day, I needed to cover 30km to get to Contos. After 4km of walking I came across a T-junction with a huge sign saying, Margaret river open, take alternate route. Crap. I made my way to caves road and started walking on the hard bitumen, this sucked so badly, and I had no motivation to walk in traffic, so I found a nice spot along the road and stuck my thumb out. Fortunately a local picked me up no so long after who dropped me off at the turnoff point to prevelly where I then got another lift from a bloke from Switzerland. Well, that took out a chunk of the Km's. I was at Prevelly at 8:20am, the shops hadn't even opened. I felt dirty doing it, but there was no way I was going to walk on bitumen for 3 hours on the windy caves road.
The rest of the day was pretty brutal, the sand was softer than marshmellows and really took it out of you. I eventually crawled into Conto's by 12pm and spent the rest of the afternoon reading and bumming around. By around 5pm, I was ready to pack and move to the next campsite around 1.5km down the road when Nigel scares the hell out of me, "THERE YOU ARE YOU SNEAKY BASTARD", he said.
``HOLY SHIT WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?",
``I've been writing you messages all day, how the hell did you get here before me''.
Turns out, Nigel ignored the signs and walked the proper way. Unlike me, he used logical reasoning and figured, theres no way in hell you couldn't cross the Margaret river this time of year, so he took the normal route. Being all smug about himself thinking he would be way ahead of me he left me messages in the sand the whole day. When I told him I had gotten a lift, he gave me so much shit, ``You thumbed a bloody lift you little cheater", all in good humour of course, but he did not stop giving me shit for me actions. You see, Nigel had walked the track twice previously, both times taking the alternate route, both times walking the whole way. He had told me this before, and told me all the horror stories about it, which is precisely why I got a lift. No regrets on my end.
We decided to just camp at Contos since there were water and toilet amenities here.
Day 4 here
You know when you're just keen to get to your next destination that you miss some of the most obvious things, yeah well, I left my campsite ready to tackle the day ahead and realised as I was making a video that I had forgotten to refill my water bottles. Fortunately it was only 1km down the track, but 1km takes ~15 minutes, so there went 30 minutes of my day. Today I expected it to be a relatively long day, I needed to cover 30km to get to Contos. After 4km of walking I came across a T-junction with a huge sign saying, Margaret river open, take alternate route. Crap. I made my way to caves road and started walking on the hard bitumen, this sucked so badly, and I had no motivation to walk in traffic, so I found a nice spot along the road and stuck my thumb out. Fortunately a local picked me up no so long after who dropped me off at the turnoff point to prevelly where I then got another lift from a bloke from Switzerland. Well, that took out a chunk of the Km's. I was at Prevelly at 8:20am, the shops hadn't even opened. I felt dirty doing it, but there was no way I was going to walk on bitumen for 3 hours on the windy caves road.
The rest of the day was pretty brutal, the sand was softer than marshmellows and really took it out of you. I eventually crawled into Conto's by 12pm and spent the rest of the afternoon reading and bumming around. By around 5pm, I was ready to pack and move to the next campsite around 1.5km down the road when Nigel scares the hell out of me, "THERE YOU ARE YOU SNEAKY BASTARD", he said.
``HOLY SHIT WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?",
``I've been writing you messages all day, how the hell did you get here before me''.
Turns out, Nigel ignored the signs and walked the proper way. Unlike me, he used logical reasoning and figured, theres no way in hell you couldn't cross the Margaret river this time of year, so he took the normal route. Being all smug about himself thinking he would be way ahead of me he left me messages in the sand the whole day. When I told him I had gotten a lift, he gave me so much shit, ``You thumbed a bloody lift you little cheater", all in good humour of course, but he did not stop giving me shit for me actions. You see, Nigel had walked the track twice previously, both times taking the alternate route, both times walking the whole way. He had told me this before, and told me all the horror stories about it, which is precisely why I got a lift. No regrets on my end.
We decided to just camp at Contos since there were water and toilet amenities here.
Day 4 here
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| Spotted this fella along the way, he wouldn't get out of my way |
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| Nice scenery behind me in the morning |
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| The sign that lied to me |
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| Coming out of Prevelly you follow a 4WD track like this for a while |
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| Some black Cockatoos |
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| Out near Bobs hollow |
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| The view over Conto spring |
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| Nearly there! |
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