Day 85 – 1/3/14 – Quagi Beach WA

Only De seems to have shaken off her truck lag as the boys and I are still waking at 6 or before on SA time while De has adapted beautifully! The wind was only 10 or 15 knots so it was deemed a perfect day for the beach (man how different things are!). 

The surf was pounding and a massive line of 8 ft dumpers was peppering a deep reef about 30m off shore. The breeze was of shore making them stand up and in the distance the spray coming of the top of them made them look almost attractive. The good thing was that they were very powerful making it easy for me to chuck the boys on the white water for a fun 20m ride. After about ½ an hour I was completely exhausted and the boys were purple so we walked around the headland having a great time looking in the rock pools, on of which created a waterfall as its top pond filled from waves. The sandy coves were littered with shells of all shapes and sizes and we found the biggest Chinaman’s hat shell I have ever seen.

We had a late lunch, a bit of snooze, and hung around the camp for the afternoon having some quite relaxing time

The Reds were up against the Tahs in our family super rugby grudge match and we were hoping to go to a pub to watch but the nearest one was 45kms away so Jack and drove the truck 2ks back towards the highway until we got to a high point on top of a scrub covered sand dune, positioned the truck facing the ocean and listened to the game via ABC Grandstand on the internet – the wonders of modern technology. 

We also listened to the first day of the test vs SA which was unfortunately a lot more interesting! The great thing was that after the game we headed back to camp, had dinner at 6:30 and then put the boys to bed! How nice is that – as opposed to the game finishing at 9pm and the boys being like morose animals for the next two days!


I listened to the radio and enjoyed D Warner carving up the Saffas before turning in for the night

Sorry no pics or maps for today just words...imagine that!

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