Cape Keraudren

The land of the great tides

Early July

50kms north of Port Hedland

At Cape Keraudren, we perched ourselves atop the bay and didn't move for 12 days other than to fish, collect firewood and, strangely enough, play in the annual fundraising golf game for the Royal Flying Doctor Service.....which I trust we don't ever need to call on!

   Now you see it.....the tree that is.

Now you don't. 9-metre tides are not uncommon here. It was a great past-time simply watching the tide come in and out.

One moment a striking sand-scape

The next, a fertile fishing ground for the man who walks on water.

Dinner was cheap here - plenty of whiting, salmon and trevally. The kids enjoyed crumbed whiting most nights and after steamed fish, coal-baked fish, fried fish, fish pasta, fish curry, we started to run out of ideas.

Johan - Paul's fishing buddy

Fresh fish on a coal fire - yum

Same rock different tides

The Weber Q was gold. In one day it did a round of crumpets for breakfast, chocolate cake for morning tea, baked fish for lunch and roast chicken for dinner. Not quite roughing it.

Aww - Butter wouldn't melt in his mouth - Mum and Riley share the dawn at Cape Keraudren

 Rowdy Moments - Week 10

The good: the fabulous Johan and Lara who embraced the Rowdy roadtrippers and gave Paul and Leanne someone else to talk to and play with for a fabulous 3 weeks
The bad: the 'roadhouse red' that we had to survive on from the local servo with no other booze for 200kms.
The ugly: see photo below. Thankfully they are both lovely on the inside.

Shouldn't you kids be getting ready for bed?!

     

                 The annual fundraising golf day. The greens were brown and the faces were red, but the amber flowed freely on the salt pans of Cape Keraudren.

The two hairy amigos -  is that a touch of grey in the ol' beard Craigy? Honorary members of the Cape Keraudren Golf Club

Beach-side camping - BYO shade and wind-breaks not only make it comfy, but also hides the lava flow of lego, playdough, textas, dishes that emerges from our trailer.

 Scrubby dub, dub - bath time in a tub. Fresh water is at a premium when beach camping.                
     

 

 Eighty Mile Beach


Soaking up the sunset.

A quiet moment - this fishing mecca has about 200 vehicles on it at high tide with 400 largely frustrated fishermen on it. But for now it's all ours.