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Walking with sharks: Day 2.




The view from Cape Lesueur during todays walk


This is the story of the semi-grey nomad's attempt to circumnavigate the Peron Peninsular, hiking mainly on the beach from Denham to Monkey Mia. 


Day two: From Big Lagoon to Cattle Well. South to North.


“If yer liked your first day, today is even more spectacular” said my expert guide in his broad Australian lingo. We had a long conversation bent over aerial maps relevant to today's hike. Navigating needed to be discussed in detail due to some tricky points traversing around the keyholes of the tidal flats and finding a way through to Cape Lesueur.





The map from Francois Peron National Park


I was dropped on a high point overlooking Big Lagoon and had some work to do to get waterside. After rounding the first of the three large tidal lakes, I came across some old bones that belonged to a dead horse. A kind of eerie discovery from an expired pastoral lease.




Horse bones in the sand

Because of the persistent strong southerly wind, navigation became easy. Wind blowing in the left ear for East and wind in the right lug hole for West. On the back of the noggin is the preferred way today, South. There is no one out here in this arid land and that makes asking for directions impossible. In fact I could be doing cartwheels and backflips naked and no one would know (sorry, no photos included). I must admit I enjoy the solitude which at the same time spurs me on to get back to civilization.



Vast empty spaces around the keyholes


There was a lot of temptation to walk straight across the tidal flats but I was told that the ground could get muddy and uncomfortable to walk on. In my mind I did not want to start a new trail through a World Heritage area or trample over something significant unbeknown to me. I tried sticking to the edge of the flats on a faint car track even though it meant more kilometres.



A Cowtail ray cruising past


Almost around the third key hole a track veers off to the right, up the hill and into the scrub. On top, a couple of hundred metres up, is the last spectacular view you get from Big Lagoon and it is the point where I joined a vermin proof fence for almost 4km to cape Lesueur. It was slow going through the sand but the wild life kept me buoyed. A Bungarra tried to run away from me and kept banging its head to the left into the vermin fence about twenty times in a panic. I stopt walking in its direction to give it some space, even talked to it nicely and then with a presumed headache, the large goanna finally saw the error of its way and disappeared in the bush on the right. I heard bleating nearby from some goats but could not spot them and saw black and white fairy wrens that were too illusive for my camera skills.



One last look at Big Lagoon and a first look at the vermin proof fence


At Cape Lesueur I strolled down the dune taking many photos of the scenery. In fact, I found it hard to put my camera down for the next 10km to Broadhurst. Again, I saw many Nervous Sharks but the cliffs were the highlight of today;s hike. The colours varied from the white beach sand to a yellow clay shade with vivid red on top. In some spots, where rain had fallen down cracks and crevasses of the cliff face, all those colours were mixed up to create what's known as blow outs.





The bluff with an ancient vibe and a little camera trick


A sense of awe came over me at the sight of these rugged cliffs. Walking here felt special as if there was more going on than meets the eye. I would not be surprised if there was any Indigenous significance to these cliffs?




A turtle coming up for a breath and checking me out.


Today;s hike was marred by the underestimation of distance or overestimating of my speed. What does that mean? It was a bloody long way to walk. My lift had been waiting a while at Cattle Well. I finally spotted him perched high above me on top of that cliff. He had been watching me through his binoculars for ages and said in his best Aussie “Looked like you were strugglen.” After calling me “a smelly” which is the local nick name for hikers, we had lunch together and I was made a double spooned instant coffee which tasted “grand” after five hours of hiking.





Checking out the "smelly" from above




Grey bits

Please note, you can not cross Big Lagoon inlet due to strong currents, possible stonefish and sulphur smelling mud. Walking around Big Lagoon is a truly beautiful walk. Don't miss it!

To do a day trip to the above mentioned cliffs you could park your car at Cattle Well, walk four kilometers North and pass a low set of dunes called Broadhurst. This area is very beautiful. There is no public access by car between Cattle Well and Big Lagoon.


Please note, that this hike is through very wild, uninhabited country. In my opinion it is not advisable to attempt this hike without a support team or proper communication devices like a satellite phone or  EPIRB. Hiking experience is a must.



Cormorants taking flight over Shark Bay


Let the Department of Parks and Wildlife  know where you are going to be and when you plan to return. Phone (08) 9948 2226 or click on the following links www.sharkbay.org, www.dpaw.wa.gov.au for more information.

The best time to walk around the Peron Peninsular is at low tide. You can check the tide at www.seabreeze.com.au




 Emus out for their afternoon dip in the water at Broadhurst



The home away from home homestead .


The home away from home homestead .

Let me start with acknowledging the traditional owners of the land the Malgana people.


The tranquil spot out the back of the homestead.

We are now the volunteer campground hosts at Francois National Park in Shark Bay. We have parked our caravan in a designated spot out the back of the Peron heritage precinct. Water, a place to stay and electricity are  some of the included benefits. To earn these perks we work three hours per day between us. That is a work to relaxation ratio I easily can get used to. The rangers of the Shark Bay region drop in often in the morning as this is their depot. They are a great bunch of guys and we have spent many days riding along with them learning about this wild arid national park called Francois Peron. We even learned how to clean a drop-down toilet.


Sailing the waters of Shark Bay

As volunteers some of the other great complimentary benefits on offer are:
. 4wd tour of the Francois Peron National Park with ranger staff
. Behind the scenes tour of Monkey Mia and dolphin feeds
. Sailing charter out of Monkey Mia
. Tour of the Ocean Park aquarium
. Tour of the Shark Bay World Heritage Interpretative Centre
. Opportunity to take a free scenic flight over Shark Bay (if empty seats available)


A Loggerhead turtle spotted from one of the tours

The homestead itself is not open to the public except when it has been booked out. For example we had a group of young indigenous men from Clontarf, Perth stay for a night. They were here on a leadership course and spent a day learning about bush tucker at Big Lagoon and spend a night in the homestead. They were a cool mob of young men and I spent quite some time kicking the footy with them.
 
Ironically, our official title is volunteer campground host but there is no camping allowed at the homestead. A more appropriate title would be caretaker, but we don’t care about a title.
 
The areas that are open to the public are the visitors' centre, the old sheering shed, a bird hide and an artesian hot tub. All of these areas require maintenance and cleaning and that is what we do. There is a massive list of all the little jobs that we are volunteering to do but why put you to sleep. I can tell you that a city slicker like me is learning a lot of new skills here at "the stead".
Recently I have turned into a real man.  I mowed the lawn with a ride-on lawn mower for the first time ever. There aren’t many things better than cruising around on one of those ultimate macho machines. An imagined "High Way to Hell' reverberating in your head as you are reaching speeds of fifteen kilometres per hour. Way to Go!

What is an artesian hot tub you may ask? Underneath the ground  in the Shark Bay area there is a hot water aquifer. The water has been heated by the earth's core and is like underground geothermal heating. Not that any extra heat is needed here in this semi-arid desert. By sticking a bore down in the ground only 540 meters, hot mineral infused dieselesc water comes up in a regular flow. In some spots the water under ground is too hot to do anything with but here at the homestead the water is captured in a hot tub. I am lucky that I already have reproduced successfully as the water temperature is a goolly-scalding 40 degrees. It is Mars that scrubs the pool twice per week. Skipping one of those brushing  sessions is not an option as the green slime will strike in ghost busting revenge. There are no life guards on duty but signs for resuscitation are visible from the tub. The artesian experience is open 24/7 with little solar lights lighting the way to a romantic evening under the stars. The stars here are so clear every falling star can be seen brightly. A new experience for us is watching a full moon set on the horizon. We did not realize that the moon could be surrounded by an orange haze as it goes down. Spectacular but hard to take a photo of.
 
The artesian hot tub

We have met a lot of people just by visiting the hot tub ourselves in the evening when things cool down. Some locals and tourists frequent the tub or have bbqs or picnic on the lawn.


One lady who operates in the national park as a tour guide believes that spending an evening in the hot tub makes one feel like a 21 year old when you wake up the next day. We are trying hard to test this theory with our semi-grey bodies almost every cool evening. It feels great in the morning but spare a thought for an 8 year old waking up unsuspecting.
 
There are many beautiful birds around the homestead. This is a Variegated Fairy Wren

There is so much to get used to here at the homestead. There are two big Gould goannas living under the shed. These Bungarra's, as they are known in Indigenous terms, are always busy getting away scraping the bottom of the corrugated steel panels of the shed with their backs. A very noisy retreat. Sometimes they don’t hear you approach and sit there completely stunned and only centimetres away from you - the casual stroller. I tell you those claws and tongue are big enough to frighten anyone. Good thing they only appear interested in getting away..


The Bungarra that visited us in front of our caravan

When you walk around the homestead at night there are windmills squeaking, shed doors banging, fly strips flapping and sometimes you can hear a flaming yahoo woohooing from the artesian hot tub. At times it may take some positive self-talk to calm the nerves.


The wind in Shark Bay at this time of the year is truly an amazing force. Massive gusts of wind are sweeping the red dusty scrub land with high pitched whistling. I have sat down for lunch in a sheltered area only for a heavy burst of wind to blow the salad out of my sandwich. Our caravan was hit by a Willy-Willy and shook everything badly. Except for messing up Julie's hair, all other disasters were avoided. A lot of ladies tie their hair up or go for the messed up look around Shark Bay.


Out the back of the homestead all is quiet. Open plan living has a totally different meaning here. The view of an unspoiled horizon always surrounds us. Watching the sunrise with a cuppa. Watching the sunset with happy hour and a smile.
 

Sunrise with a cuppa

Tips for the Semi-grey nomad:
  • If you would like to volunteer as a camp host in a national park contact
    Lorene Bennett |Project Officer, Training and Programs                            
    Community Involvement Unit| Parks and Visitor Services
    Department of Parks and Wildlife Locked Bag 104, Bentley DC WA 6983 | P 08 9334 0251 | F 08 9334 0221 | M 0419 944 779
  • Use the clutch when driving a ride-on lawn mower.
  • We have found that great opportunities will come your way if you are prepared to take some risk.

 

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