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
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.