Barn Hill Station

We had an early start and were on the road by 7:30am, all fuelled up and ready for the 400km or so for Broome ..or so we thought? The Great Northern Highway to Broome is dotted with Boab trees, not with smiley faces, termite mounds, stray cattle crossing the road and the odd dingo.

We stopped at Willare Roadhouse for a quick coffee but ended up meeting some people we had camped with so it wasn't such a quickymart after all. Willare Roadhouse was surprising in that catered for all types of accommodation from motel style rooms, camping, a bar, pool to a 3 course Outback Ball (basically a small B and S) in the campground behind.

A common size road train was parked outside.

 

Our IPad mount which attaches to my headrest(passenger) allows the girls to watch movies on extended stretches of road, but we do persist in playing games of "I spy" and "spot the ", even when there aren't many cars to spot travelling with snow skis on the roof, but it keeps them looking for a while.

We have had to ration the girls drinking water as they drink water like camels sometimes. Our record for Olive, was stopping 4 times within 1 hour to do a bush wee on the side of the road. After that we kept their drinking bottles in the front with us so as we could ration their drinking and wee stops ! Such cruel parents!!

Michael had met at Fitzroy Crossing someone he knew from Terrigal Rugby Club and we had bumped into them again at a truck rest stop, where the girls could have another wee.

We decided, purely on orientation, that it was better to head south first before Broome, then onto Cape Leveque so we turned towards Port Headland and drove into Barn Hill Station.

Wow- it is just like we imagined Cape Leveque, only sooner. The beach is enclaved with red cliffs and interesting rock formations, and is unlike any east coast beach. Also because the sun sets over the beach here too which is spectacular.

We camped in the unpowered camping area, but the powered camping area was packed. They were all packed in under the shade and had obviously been there awhile as they each had their own gardens that they tendered to.

The office had told Michael to be cautious of sharks ( although he only told me that after he and Olive were splashing about in the ocean). "No crocs but just don't swim out too deep cos of the sharks" . So, after that lovely advice was given we popped our heads under the water and had a refreshing dip and settled for lying in the rock pools and watched the sun creep over the horizon. Bliss.

We look forward to hitting the beach tomorrow for more beach walking, rock pool discovering, shallow swimming and early happy hour!!