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Rewind, Repeat

My mate Shane took some video’s whilst we were up in Gero.
I took the liberty of putting some of them together, to share some of the moments of the camp.
Unfortunately I had very little to work with, and that this was filmed on the day with the smallest waves.

Oh well.



Bits n Bobs from Regionals

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Screw this, let’s go driving.

Our route

I live at A.

My old car – a 1997 model Ford (Trevor) is broken down with a flat battery a 35 min drive north at B.

My 8 month old car – a 2009 Subaru (Howie), is broken down in Geraldton a 6 hour drive north at C.

This week, we will undertake a mission to attempt to return a newly fixed Howie back home.
When he will be fixed, we do not know – but the hot tip is this afternoon.

Who will undertake this mission. Either Cuban or the amazing Pink/Paramore stalker.
Let the fun begin.

Campsite 3

We resided at Yardie Homestead for the remainder of the trip.
Princess informed us there would be lots of hot kite surfers staying at the camp site, and there were indeed lots of kite surfers staying there, but they were all middle aged and certainly not attractive in that sense. Disappointing.

Pocket however had an admirer. They connected over both having visited an obscure aboriginal town somewhere in the northern territory. He was in his early thirties, and poor pocket is a mere 19.
Safe to say, we made fun of her and her beau the whole trip.

It was good being in semi civilisation – it was so good to be able to have a shower again, and to be able to cook on barbeques and OH THE TOILETS!



Stay away from our camps food


Barbeque Feast


Our group drank Exmouth dry of Seeds and Stones. No Joke. Not bad for 5 girls


The Hill's Campsite


This seemed like luxury, but it really wasn’t. We made enemies with the people behind us (an old couple) one morning, but by evening we were all good again.

We got told off by the homestead owners for driving too fast (Han and Rez) but then they came and donated money to us.

We hung out with the kite surfers in the back back shed.. and I read one of the weirdest books, storywise. The amount of dodgy sex scenarios clearly displayed it was a male author who had written it.

The Hills were also at Yardie, and we spent some time with them. The kids were so cute.

Whilst at this campsite we visited the beach (so predictable), went crabbing (none were harmed or eaten – don’t worry), saw some Full Moons (the actual moon and too many bare bottoms)


Late night = Encounter with the crabs


Teaching the lil ones the way of the crab












We went for an epic day trip to Yardie Creek (at the very end of the road in the Cape Range National Park) where we were a procession of the following. 1 x kayak, 1 x inflatable boat, 5 x stand up paddle boards.


I was in the inflatable paddle boat. This thing took a lot of muscle to move, and it was very slow and hard to control. When the wind picked up I thought I might die of exhuastion.


We stopped for a picnic lunch, where we got told off, for going onto land, as it was apparently a rock wallaby's protected eating area. DARN


We were told off by a boat with a megaphone, in front of many many tourists.







A vulture circling around me. I'm a sitting target







Did lots of roo dodging (always), Hannah had her windscreen smashed in (by flying stones) and then it was just about time to head back to good ol Perth.


This time, we decided to part ways for the home trip, as one car is slow and stops a lot, and the other car likes to zoom ahead. What happened on the trips however were not so straight forward.

Campsite 2.

We then proceeded round the tip of the peninsula and headed west, about an hours drive away. We would now be camping at the National Park up there.

The deal to secure a campsite, is one needs to line up really really early. They allocate vacant campsites on a first come serve basis.

HOWEVER we sweet talked the DEC guys and managed to secure.. wait for it…. THE RANGERS RESIDENCE.



We were now authorised to go down little roads that said – No entry, Authorised vehicles only. Go Us.

Not knowing what to expect we ventured along this long neverending road, in search of this certain tiny tree we had to look out for, to let us know that our special driveway was coming up. Hardly obvious, we somehow managed to find it.


Our campsite was more than what we expected. It was a two room shed, with water that we couldn’t use, and lights which were without a generator. We did however have our very own long drop – complete with instructions on how to use it. I know right?



Temporary Home

It was 100m from the beach, but to get there, you had to walk up this hill riddled with snake tracks. So unbelievably scary. I counted at least 7 different specimens of snake trails. Some of them were HUGE.


We stayed here 3 nights I think. We were miles away from anyone. We were alone.
We were women of the bush. We were not able to shower and unfortunately on our second day at this camp site, we all got completely burnt. No shade is a killer.




View of the lighthouse from the beach



So Walkabout, Pocket and myself decided to venture off for a day on our own. We wanted to explore. We wanted to venture.. Walkabout wanted to walk.

We drove to this completely other part of this national park where we were told there was a trail that went up through the mountain range and you could look down into the canyon.


My car decided to take a trip of our own

Sadly when we got there, there was a sign that said DANGER, do not cross – dangerous track ahead, loose stone and rocks.

So we did what most idiots would do, and ventured forward. The trail was dangerous and very difficult. We treked for quite sometime until we realised it was only getting worse, and this was pretty much suicidal. So gutted.


About to embark.





So we started turning back. Meanwhile two other vehicles had arrived, and they all watched us climb over the fence which we were prohibited to cross, and had to face the smart alecks remarks about how crazy we were.

On the drive home, I spotted a sign that said “Pebble Beach”. Thought it sounded really cute and reminded me of MarioKart, so down we headed. Turns out it was a beach you could 4wd on. YES! My first chance to let it rip in my new car. I was so excited I didn’t bother letting the tyres down. You do the maths.

We finally got bogged, right in front of a group of locals having beers on the beach.
It’s okay, cos we got it unstuck within a few minutes, from my awesome support crew and my excellent driving skills.


Pebble Beach



It was a beautiful ride and the sun was setting, and Pocket filmed the views as we drove along the coast line. I have yet to obtain the video!


Shaz and Steph





Well there was a massive amount of pebbles on the beach, which prompted all of us to try our hand at skimming. Even though I’m pretty crap, I was somehow the best, with 5 skips.



Back to the campsite we headed, for a quality kitchen experience.


Dinner cooking!


Our kitchen.

This blog won’t be updated for at least two weeks

Currently on an epic trip, which you might have read about in the West Australian, or seen on Channel Seven News.

If you need to get hold of me, call my mobile, and you’ll get my new contact number whilst I am in the Ningaloo Reef, alternatively contact my brother for the number.

Take care.



So as of today, I am now part of the support crew for this.
I got asked today, and I seriously couldn’t be more excited.

Some things to look forward to are:

Cuddling turtles and manta rays
Kite Surfing
Stand Up Paddle Skiing
Getting a tan when everyone else will stay white
Warm weather
Dune Bashing
Meeting new people
Exploring new beautiful terrain and beaches
Ningaloo Reef
National Parks
Whale Sharks

Almost two weeks of amazing adventure.
Feel free to sponsor this cause, we’ll be raising money along the way.