Sunday, December 15, 2013

Perth

Wednesday we spent most of the day Christmas shopping at Karrinyup Shopping Centre. Angela and Nicholas separated the girls to go in search of special Christmas gifts for sisters. It was indeed a treat to spend some time in a large shopping centre again, even Nicholas enjoyed shopping just a little bit. The centre had a huge Christmas tree and stage where various community groups and schools sung Christmas carols. We are always up for a good free activity and the shopping centre provided Christmas biscuits to decorate with icing and lollies supervised by two lovely elves. 

Our big day at 
Karrinyup Shopping Centre. 

Making yummy biscuits with help of some local elves. 

After loading the beast with all our new purchases we drove back to park for a swim and play on the jumping pillow. The jumping pillow is a new experience for the girls on this trip. A jumping pillow is a huge pillow filled with air that children (and some adults) play on; somewhere between a trampoline and a jumping castle. 

Thursday we had a day of exploring Perth's beautiful beaches. We were staying at Karrinyup which is north of Perth city, about 15 minutes from the coast. Just a little further north we started our exploration at Sorrento Beach near Hillary's Boat Harbour. Even on a Thursday morning there was surf life saving patrol at the beach and the girls loved swimming in the water. 

Swimming at Sorrento Beach. 

We eventually were able to extract the girls from the water to drive down West Coast Highway to find a picnic spot for lunch. At Watermans Bay there was a picnic table and a playground that over looked the bay below. The bay below was quite sheltered from the wind and a reef off shore sheltered the cove from the waves. 

After lunch and the girls had gone off for a play Nicholas noticed a dorsal fin in the water off shore. After retrieving some binoculars we confirmed that it was not a shark (they had been in the news such a lot recently) but two dolphins with a baby swimming about in an area clear of the reef. 

Our lunch spread at Watermans Bay. 

The sheltered little cove at Watermans Bay. 

After having our fill of dolphin watching we continued down West Coast Highway to City Beach (unfortunately we missed Scarborough Beach this time). City Beach was also patrolled and with the dumping waves, justifiably patrolled. Nicholas went in with the girls and all had great fun until Bianca was dumped by a wave. Bianca decided she didn't like swimming with waves anymore and sat out with Angela. 

Still further down West Coast Highway we stopped at Cottesloe Beach. Cottesloe Beach has little parkland but is mostly residential. Cottesloe Beach was not patrolled but that didn't stop us going in for a swim. The waves were more gentle but kept taking the girls further down the beach. After having afternoon tea on the beach, iced coffees and fruit mince pies, we drove back to camp to prepare for a night out. We drove through the suburb of Claremount and Angela spied a very stylish looking 'boutique' shopping centre. Nicholas had an uneasy feeling we would be back there before long. 

We (read Angela) packed a picnic to take to Carols in East Perth Park. The carols is a benefit for homeless people in Perth (not ones in camper trailers though) and sponsored by the City of Perth. The setting in the Victoria Gardens beside the Swan River and Claisebrook cove was quite picturesque. The gardens had a Hoop Pine tree decorated with Christmas lights. A lot of the children that came to the carols armed with cardboard, which initially puzzled us until we saw the grassy hill they were sliding down. Of course Chantelle managed to 'obtain' some cardboard to slide on!

East Perth. 

Santa came for a visit and we think it was an official Santa helper because we saw the same Santa and helper in Perth City a few days later. The last song for the night was Jingle Bells and all the children were invited down to the stage area to dance and sing. Bianca had some great dance moves going on and was quite impressive. The performer put the microphone down for various children to sing into. The first of ours was Bianca, then Chantelle and finally Chelsea had the microphone to sing the last few lines of Jingle Bells. They each sang in tune and in time wonderfully. What a great carols it was just a pity it was not better supported with larger crowds. 

Santa with our girls. 

Huge Hoop Pine Christmas tree. 

Friday morning we went back to East Perth to visit a children's book store that Angela spotted the night before. It has been difficult to have enough books to keep the three girls with pages to read. When they get their hands on a book and have it read in less than a day the number of books read and the parcels of books sent home has, so far, been mind boggling. We had a lovely walk around East Perth which is a very stylish area. 

We drove on to Kings Park, no visit to Perth is complete without at least a drive, preferably a walk through Kings Park. The day was very hot, well into the 40s in the shade and being close to Christmas there were office parties all over Kings Park. We found a vacant BBQ at a respectable distance from an office party. An observation this trip is the placement of picnic tables (where there are some). They seem always to be in blazing sun during the middle of the day when they are most likely to be used. At cricket grounds the engineers place light towers so that their shadow doesn't fall across the pitch, yet a park cannot place a table so that the shade falls across it in the middle of the day. We had a lovely patch of grass in the shade of a ficus that was growing through the dead trunk of a host tree. 

On top of the tower at Kings Park. 

Perth city from Kings Park. 

It just so happened that not far from Kings Park down the Stirling Hwy was the Clairemont Shopping Centre. Just to make the girls day Angela suggested that we go there to Shoes and Sox to buy new school shoes for the three people due to go back to school in a little over a month. Oh what diabolical touture we inflict on our offspring, ha ha ha ha. In compensation we did take the girls to Koko Black for a drink. 

Each year as a family we have a day out in Melbourne city just before Christmas. Saturday became our day out in Perth city. Our first stop was Myer to say hello to the jolly old man with the belly like a bowl full of jelly. Myer had changed the rules this year an allowed people to book a time to see Santa online to avoid the queues. When we arrived the queue we could see was reasonably short, but what we couldn't see was all the people queued up online. Consequently the queues moved at glacial speed. Eventually we had our chance with Santa and told him they all wanted books for Christmas. With that it was coffee-o'clock for Nicholas and Angela. 

Shooting the breeze with Santa. 

In Forrest Place the City of Perth had put together a bunch of children's activities, all free. There were rides and face painting and the Santa from carols the previous night was walking around with his special helper (Mrs Clause should have more say in who Santa hires as helpers). So while Nicholas and Angela sipped iced coffee drinks the girls, under our watchful eye, took off for free rides. 

One ride in Forrest Place. A cup of tea. 

Again we tore the girls away to explore some more of the city. Off one of the street malls was London Court. London Court is a Tudor style version of Melbourne's Block Arcade. Twice each day London Court produced snow to rain down on its visitors. We turned up for the midday snow storm and what fun to stand under the snow. The snow was like washing up suds blown out of industrial blowers from second story windows. 

Snowing in London Court. 

After some more retail therapy Angela left Nicholas alone and unsupervised with the kids while she went to do some secret stuff. Nicholas took the kids back to Forrest Place to the queue for the giant snow globe. The giant snow globe is a pressurised dome with plastic snow and about 12 children and their adults play in there at a time. Very hot in it but really good fun. 

That's a blizzard in a snow globe. 

Sunday morning and we checked the weather, in Melbourne it was 17 degrees and in Perth three hour earlier it was already 30 degrees. Another warm day in Perth. Probably the only way we would have had a summer this season as there was not much warmth in Melbourne. 

Sunday we had the day in Freemantle. Our first visit was to the Freemantle Prison, not because someone was locked up but they decommissioned the prison in 1991 and it is now a World Heritage Site open to the public for tours. We started with the Doing Time Tour that went for about 90 minutes and explained the history of the prison, prison life and changes to the prison over the 140 years of operation. The prison was built out of stone quarried from the prison grounds by its first inmates in the 1850s. Four divisions each of four stories were initially built within the walls and later two additional divisions were added for women and one for 'the deranged'. The prison had a colored history that was more or less ended in 1988 when the inmates of division 3 rioted and burned the division. The riot led to an enquiry which found the prison inadequate and a new prison built closing Freemantle in 1991. 

Being led down the path at Freemantle Gaol. 

We all enjoyed the tour so much we decided to come back after lunch and upgrade our tickets for the Great Escapes Tour. Down at Freemantle docks we had lunch at Kaili's Fish 'n' Chips. It is a bit like production line fish 'n' chips but the food was really good. Eating outside was the go as there was a slight breeze that just kept us a little cooler as the temperature nudged into the 40's. We didn't have time to get back to the prison for the next tour so we checked out the Freemantle Maritime Museum (always room for one more museum). The museum had artifacts about WA's shipping history and a really good explanation on how they restore and protect fragile artifacts when they find them. We would have liked more time there but also wanted to make the last Great Escapes Tour.

Some of the best fish 'n' chips on the docks. 

The Great Escapes Tour took us through some more of the prison and we relived the events of some of the escapes from Freemantle Prison. There was one accidental escape when a prisoner was up a ladder mending a wall. He lost his balance and fell off the wall on the freedom side. The guard supervising the prisoner could not leave the ladder in the yard with 160 other prisoners so by the time the alarm was able to be raised the prisoner had run to the main gate begging to be let in! Some escapes were well planned some were pure opportunistic. One well planned escape saw Brendon Abbott (AKA the Post Card Bandit) on the run for a number of years. 

Some art work discovered under layers of paint. 


The escape proof cell with three grills on the window and jarrah lined stone block walls. 

Sunday night there was carols by candlelight at Scarborough Beach. Another picnic and we staked a claim with a good view in the ampitheatre on the foreshore. The carols were compared by a local TV personality who did a great job. Santa arrived on a SLS buggy for a visit. We decided that he was a Santa school drop out because he didn't do very good ho ho hos and his voice was not very Santary (iPad tried to correct to sanitary). Carols was fantastic and was really starting to put us all in the festive mood, particularly those that are generally less festive. 

Carols at Scarborough Beach with a near perfect sunset in the background. 

Monday we planned a much less active day out in the Swan Valley. The Swan Valley Information Centre had put together two car trails that started from the Information Centre. We did the Swan Valley 'Amazing Valley Chase' that took us to several interesting stops in the Valley including a Chocolate factory, coffee roaster, ice cream place, and a nut and nougat place. When we returned to the Information Centre we were given a family certificate for completing the challenge and solving the mystery. 

Tuesday was the last day of the Perth Ashes Test and Australia needed six more wickets to win the series and the little urn. We decided to go as a family. We went in by train and someone that wasn't Nicholas was offered a seat on the train not once but twice! What is with that? At the ground we found a great spot on the grass (on the crowd side of the fence) where we could stretch out and watch the match or read a book. Nicholas and the girls had a great time during the lunch interval playing tag and stacks on dad. Of course the highlight was Austalia taking all six remaining wickets and winning the little urn!

After the cricket we went back into the city to a beach Tourism WA had built in the CBD. I don't know why, they just did, maybe it was a beach with no sharks. There were beach umbrellas, deck chairs, buckets and spades and the girls had a great time until they started packing it away for the night. We moved on to the State Library that was close by. 

We stayed in the city because there was a nativity play on that night. The City of Perth puts on the play each year for four nights and thousands of people come to see it. We found a table on the edge and had dinner while waiting for the play to begin. What a show! There was a huge cast including a real donkey, three camels and some sheep that got a little cranky. There really was no apology in Perth for why Christmas is celebrated in the city and if you don't like it buzz off. It would be good to see Melbourne take that approach. 

Camels back in the streets of Perth. 

After a late night Tuesday, Wednesday all we needed was a quiet relaxing day. The beast needed a service again before we tackled the long drive home and while Nicholas delivered the car to the service centre Angela took the girls for school. Nicholas managed to procure a loan car for the day while the beast was at the health spa. 

The afternoon was most exciting. While Angela had a haircut Nicholas and the little girls had a movie afternoon back at camp. A very relaxing day just what we all needed before another big day out on Thursday. 

Thursday morning we were off to Rottnest Island. We took the ferry from Hillary's Boat Harbour because it was very close and easy parking. The ferry ride only took 45 minutes and the girls were extremely well entertained by Mr Bean on the TV in the main cabin. Chelsea was in stitches with the antics of Bean, that one really does have a wild sense of humour. 

Our arrival on the island coincided with a walking tour about some of the shipwrecks that had occurred over the years. Just off the island is a maze of reefs and rocks that caught out many a sea captain. There was one captain who mistook the signal from the lighthouse to stay away as come closer which didn't end well. In 1848 a pilot service was started from Rottnest. The pilot was rowed to the ship, or occasionally if the conditions favourable they hoisted the sails, to guide the ship through the reefs. The tour took us to a sheltered beach around the island a bit where we stayed for lunch right on the beach. 

The three girls were super keen to hire some bikes and ride about the island. Nicholas and Angela were a bit apprehensive, particularly as none of us had ridden for almost six months and Bianca had only come off training wheels weeks before we left. The hire place agreed to let Bianca have a trial before we committed and she did super good. We grabbed five bikes and headed around the island anticlockwise. This took us first to the army barracks of WWII vintage. Kingstown Barracks provided living accommodation for four warrant officers or sergeants and 72 rank and file personnel, officers mess, cottages, Army institutional buildings, small hospital, dry canteen, workshop, store, railway buildings, and supporting communication and observation structures. The barracks were decommissioned in 1984 after use declined post war. 



We rode on to Parker Point and saw the wreck of a fishing boat that broke its mornings during a storm in Freemantle and navigated itself to Rottnest and crashed on the shore. Incidentally we heard a report on the radio that a ship that broke its moorings a couple of years ago has finally shown up on the coast of Africa. The girls had a really good ride and Chantelle and Bianca really got up some speed going back to the village down hill with the wind. 

A lovely day at Rottnest and we even saw a few of the 10000 quokkas that enchantithe island. They make it clear that we should not feed the quokkas however they have worked out where the food is kept and just need the opposable thumb to work the zip. 

I can smell food in there how does this zip work!

Friday we headed to the Swan Valley again to complete the second of their challenges. All three girls enjoyed driving around solving the mysteries. Probably all the books the girls read.  

Saturday morning Hip hip hooray, it's off to Dunsborough today and Christmas is just around the corner. 

Geraldton

Sunday morning we set out to explore the town of Geraldton. Our first port was to be the Sydney II memorial that was built several years before the location of the ship was known. En route we passed a market in the grounds of the old Geraldton Hospital, of course we needed to look around. There were old tools for sale and someone selling White Christmas just the same as Nicholas' mum makes. One lady was giving away biscuits as well. 

We made it to the top of a hill where a memorial to HMAS Sydney II had been built. The true location of the wreck was not known until 2012, though a statue of a sailors wife or mother, positioned years earlier, looks in the very direction of where the Sydney rests on the bottom of the Indian Ocean. Eerie. The memorial is beautiful and fitting for such a significant disaster. 

The 
memorial dome made up of 645 stainless steel sea gulls. 

The reflection pool built after the wreck was located. The sea gull symbolising lost sailors points to the location of the wreck. 

Having spent some time at the memorial we headed into Geraldton town for lunch and then a play at the waterfront water park. We found a bakery that had yummy house made pies and rice paper rolls. The pies became a little confused and Chantelle ended up with Nicholas' chilli pie, but only for a bite or two!

The water play by the beach was more impressive in the town brochure than in true life. It's all about the angle of the photo. While the girls played Nicholas escaped to the museum. 

The museum had a large exhibit dedicated to the story of the Batavia. This is a fascinating story of shipwreck, treachery, scheming, murder and execution. 

The stone gateway that the Baravia was transporting to Java for the Dutch fort there. A copy also exists at the museum at Fremantle. 

Monday and we didn't leave Geraldton until after lunch, there was so many things to get done before we left. Nicholas had a haircut (more like a sheep being sheared it was that out of control), then there was the last bit of shopping to be done. By the time that was all under control it was time for lunch!

After we finally left Geraldton behind us we drove to Greenough first where the wind is so strong the trees grow sideways there. We saw several trees as we drove through whose trunk were only 40cm above the ground but parallel to the ground. With wind like that there were some wind turbines on huge poles on the top of hills like candles on a birthday cake. 

A horizontal tree. 

Our next stop was quite unscheduled. Angela was driving as we came to the hamlet of Leeman WA. Leeman is a roadhouse and a collection of houses. Angela was waved down by police for a random breath test. A very random breath test because after over 28000km it was the first time that we had come to the attention of law enforcement. Well maybe we had had the attention earlier but it was the first time we had been stopped. Why is it these things happen when Angela is driving?

Again it was late in the afternoon that we reached our scheduled stop for the night at Cervantes. The park was very empty and looked like it had lots of permanent holiday shack vans in there. We counted no less than eight agricultural tractors probably used for taking boats down to the beach for launching. Law enforcement should look at these tractors instead of harassing lovely women for breath tests as most were not registered and were so old there was no rollover protection. 

Tuesday morning was the drive to the Pinnacles  Now all the National Parks in WA have an entrance fee. Most parks have an honesty envelope system for payment, and the backpackers fill out the envelope for the receipt but don't pay any money. At the Pinnacles they have a booth so the backpackers cannot escape. With our last receipt we upgraded to a four week Parks Pass which will grant us entry to the rest of the National Parks for the remainder of our stay in WA. The other catch with the Pinnacles is you cannot pull a trailer along the drive. Yes we had to do the drive because those in the back had now lost all enthusiasm for walking. We cannot really blame them we have made them do over 200km of walks in the past five months to special places along the way (not counting the incidental walks around museums and from camp to shops etc). 

The Pinnacles themselves are quite interesting. They are dotted around amongst pure white sand dunes that, as the dunes shift, keep revealing and hiding other Pinnacles. The researchers cannot agree what the Pinnacles actually are! Both theories agree that they originate from petrified wood with one theory being that they are the tree trunks and the other the Pinnacles are tree root systems. Along the drive we stopped several time to snap photos. After having a good look around we hitched the trailer back to the beast. Really the leaving trailers behind is not necessary, we could drive a Mack truck along the defined path. 

Some Pinnacles and someone's wayward children. 

Pinnacles poking out of sand dunes. 

We stopped at the sleepy seaside town of Lancelin to pickup some rolls for lunch. The overwhelming request was to eat in the car to get to Perth ASAP. Lancelin hit the news while we were in Perth. When police tried to stop an unlicensed driver who took off then crashed his car during the chase. While police were arresting him he managed to slip free and steal a police car and drove through the streets of the town with police in pursut at excessive speed. The police won, in the end, but they destroyed one police car and damaged several others to do it. The police were very good to the man and offered him lots of pepper and some new stylish bracelets. 

The crash that brought to an end a massive man hunt on 22/12. 

When we arrived in Perth at the caravan park Nicholas had booked the wrong park, as you do. After a quick phone call he managed to obtain a refund of the deposit from the other park and book a patch of grass for the next ten nights.  Thankfully that all worked out in the end. 

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Monkey Mia

OK it has been a bit slow coming but here is the next installment. 

Tuesday morning we left Carnarvon for Denham and Monkey Mia. About 90km before Denham we stopped at Hamelin Pool to have a look at the Stromatolites. These are extremely slow growing microorganisms that build rocklike structures. The Stromatolites at Hamelin Pool grow 30mm every 100 years and are thought to be one of the oldest surviving organisms on earth. As Stromatolites grow they release oxygen into the atmosphere. We could easily see the tracks left by wool wagons through the Stromatolites created 60 years ago and will probably still be visible in another 60 years. 

Sixty year old Wagon tracks through the Stromatolites

The large Stromatolites at Hamelin Pool

With it now being low season we hadn't come across many caravan parks that offer good deals to entice us to stay with them. Even where there were multiple parks in a town the parks didn't seem to compete. The Denham Seaside Tourist Village gave us the best deal so far in WA where the parks are generally expensive. If we stayed three nights they would give us a site with private bathroom for $45/night normally $80 for a family of five. Sold. 

Wednesday morning we had an early start to get to Monkey Mia Resort about 30km away. The dolphins come into Monkey Mia up to three times a day to get a little bit of fresh fish. Wednesday morning was a very low tide so the dolphins weren't going to come in early. While we waited for the dolphins to show up we had a buffet breakfast at the resort (thanks to the occupants of room 35). Just when we were finishing our BIG breakfast the dolphins decided to come in. 

Dolphin looking for a feed of fish. 

Down at the waters edge after having the rules explained to us we were invited into the water, only calf deep. While the staff gabbed on about the dolphins and who was who the dolphins swam around looking like they were becoming more impatient as the minutes ticked by. The dolphins even nudged and bumped the staff as if to say 'get a move on would ya, I want my morning tea'. Eventually we were asked to exit the water so the feeding could begin. It seemed as though the volunteers had difficulty arranging five fish in a stainless bucket. The volunteers then chose the tourists to feed the fish to the dolphin. For our feeding there were three dolphins but only one hung around for the feeding. First some international tourists were chosen, then some old people, then some backpackers (they probably didn't even pay to enter!), then some middle aged people of about early 50's, then they chose three very well behaved young girls (who you might recognise), and finally some other people.   Unbeleivable that our Chelsea, Chantelle and Bianca got to feed the dolphins right up close. What an amazing treat to be chosen to feed a fish to these amazing mammals. 
Dolphin becoming impatient. 

We hung around for the dolphins to come in again for another feeding. They arrived again just before 11am. The same routine for the trained tourists. "Don't come into the water", then "come into the water" and finally "please leave the water while the volunteers chose people to feed the dolphins". Would you believe the girls were chosen again to feed the dolphins! Being such good people we declined to allow some other kids the opportunity. We spent the rest of the day in and around the resort; there was swimming in the bay but no dolphins came to swim with us. 

Thursday morning was a bit of a nothing morning. We took a walk down the town and posted some letters and had a look at the two buildings that are built of shell stone. There is a restaurant and an Anglican Church built out of 'stone' blocks that are mostly shells of small creatures. 

Each block of this restaurant is made up of thousands of tiny sea shells

After lunch we drove out to the Denham aquarium to see the shark feeding. The aquarium had a constant tour going on so what ever time we arrived we could pickup the tour and just stop when we arrived back at the tank we started from. It was a really simple but good concept. In one tank they had some Southern Rock Lobster (same as crayfish just a name the makes them more valuable). One was over 7kg the others not much smaller! Every time Nicholas surreptitiously tried to pluck one from the tank the guide turned around. No lobster for dinner for us tonight, unlike the tusked jewfish that only eats lobster or crab. Apparently that is why that particular fish, though ugly, is really good eating fish and quite favoured by fishermen around town. 

A rescued turtle from Albany with 3.25 flippers. Many turtles in the ocean are missing bits because of attacks. 

Out the back was a huge pond that housed the sharks and in particular Sarah the largest of their sharks at over 2m. When they say feed they really mean tease the sharks! Meagan attached a filleted fish to a steel trace then waved it down in front of the sharks to make them a bit excited. Wow they did thrash about in the water with the dead gutted fish about. Mostly the sharks were Lemon yet they were neither yellow nor smelled of citrus. Some of the sharks would bite the fish and just not let go. After lots and lots of bites at the fish it eventually disintegrated enough for the fish to come off the trace and be consumed. Meagan certainly teases the sharks so much that I wouldn't want to be her if she happened to fall or slip into the water one day, could be pay back. 

Sarah the biggest shark lurking around!

Friday morning it was time to packup and move on again. The next stop was Kalbarri but before we arrived there we stopped off at Kalbarri NP and inparticular Hawks Head and Ross Graham lookout. Hawks Head is a view over the gorge that the sometimes mighty Murchison river has cut through the sandstone with a rock formation that resembles a hawks head (not the ex-prime minister but the bird type). Ross Graham lookout is a lookout over swimming holes in the same river. Ross Graham was something of a local identity from the early days of Kalbarri. Ross was the first school teacher at the local school and also a naturalist and local explorer. He was much appreciated by the local community, after he died young the community built a memorial to him near the lookout. 

The hawks head. Can you see it?

After exploring this part of Kalbarri NP we headed into the town, about 60km, to setup for the night and take a walk around town. 

Saturday morning we were able to leave the trailer at the caravan park and drive back to the Kalbarri NP to explore the area closest to town. 

Before going antwhere we went across tge road to see tge feeding of tge pelicans. At 8:45 every morning a lady comes down to feed whatever pelicans turn up for a feed. The pelicans that turn up changes all the time. There is an almighty din while the pelicans are deciding who should get the most fish. All our girls had a turn, however Chantelle only succeeded in feeding the seagulls her three prices of fish!

The Kalbarri pelicans. 

Our first visit at Kalbarri NP was to Z Bend which is a massive letter Z that has been carved through the rock by the Murchison river over thousands of years. We also finally found out why we have gorges in Australia and not canyons. A gorge is what is left when a river cuts through rock, a canyon is created by wind and a Fjord is created by a glacia. So according to this source America is wrong, again, because Colorado has a Grand Gorge not a Grand Canyon cut by the Colorado River. 

That's us at Z Bend. 

A short drive from Z Bend took us to the equally short walk to Nature's Window. Nature's Window is an impressive rock formation that has created a lookout window through the rock over the gorge (canyon or fjord). We took several photos of us in the Window and met an Aussie couple and we took photos for each other in the window. 

The girls in Natures Window. 

After exploring Kalbarri NP we drove back to the town of Kalbarri to hitch up the camper and drive to Geraldton. On the drive we passed the Pink Lakes at Port Gregory, the lake gets its pink hue from bacteria (Dunaliella salina), which becomes trapped in the salt granules. There is also the BASF Chemical Salt Plant along this road. Nicholas read later that there was a serious spil of acid at the BASF plant about the time that we drove past that took several days to contain and cleanup. A little further down the road was the ruins of the historic Lynton Hiring Station. These ruins were built by convicts, housed convicts and is where people would come to 'hire' convicts to work their farm, mine, salt pan, or other commercial venture. The convicts housed here had 'tickets of leave' allowing them to work externally but return each evening to sleep. 

Just south of Northampton we stopped at Oakabella Homestead. The homestead had closed early this day so we just wandered around the out buildings. The most striking building was the original buttressed barn. The buttresses were added years later when cracks and movement started showing and were purely for additional strength. The homestead is now known as the 'the most haunted house in Western Australia' probably due to the number of deaths at the homestead since it was built in 1851. George Jackson, one of the owner's family, accidently shot himself in his bedroom while cleaning his gun, his room is said to be abnormally cold compared to the rest of the house. It was Chelsea who particularly wanted to visit this house. 

The homestead and outbuildings. 

The buttressed barn. 

About half an hour after visiting Oakabella Homestead we were setting up camp in Geraldton.