Lucky Bay was given its name in 1802 by a thankful Matthew Flinders who found shelter there from a summer storm.
The bay is protected from most winds, although a strong southeasterly can hammer across the water. For most of our time at Cape Le Grand we made daily trips the 12km across to Lucky Bay – to look, or swim, or SUP, or launch the boat and chase a fish.
Even though there were many people and 4WDs around, we always managed to find our own spot and feel like we were a million miles away.
Usually launching the boat in the southwestern corner of the bay, we explored and fished in various coves and drifts on both sides of the bay. On the eastern side, we found promising looking drop-offs which only produced weed fish however the western side of the bay, not far from the beach proved a successful squid ground. On one afternoon, The Driver pulled in five fat squid in quick succession. There was no time to bring the squid aboard – they just hung over the side in the net until the frenzy had finished.
My squid was the giant of the trip, well up until that point anyway. Measuring in around 40cm, he was headed straight for the frying pan as salt ‘n’ pepper squid for lunch.
Back on the beach, the little ‘roos had come out to play and spent time checking out our trailer and coming close enough to pat. The tourists and their eternal quest for close up photos spoilt the moment as they rushed in with cameras and spooked the roos.
Later in the week the winds picked up and we had a few really blowy days: too much wind for boating but plenty of time for relaxing and even a fun afternoon SUP session. The Driver mastered the art of paddling onto waves and using the paddle to steer. I was happy to scoot onto waves and make it to the standing position for groovy little rides to the beach.
As with many of the locations we go to, we managed to witness yet another great ‘bogging’ episode. Mr ‘I-Have-A-Four-Wheel-Drive’, decided to head to the sheltered corner of Lucky Bay that happened to be about waist deep in dried seaweed. Perhaps he didn’t notice that every other car had gone in the opposite direction and no one had driven to the weed corner.
And down went the Prado…
Fortunately for the Brains Trust, the local Ranger tried to help him with Max Tracks but to no avail. And so the Ranger went and got his personal ute to pull him out. We had seen this Ranger about in the ute during the week and usually heard it coming first. It was a big black F100 with a massive motor sounding as sweet as a big Chevy. The ute gurgled down onto the beach, hooked up the Prado and then skull-dragged it back onto the sand. Clear. I wonder how many times a day this poor Ranger has to rescue “4WD-ers”..?
Another day in paradise and then a little drive back to camp.
On that same afternoon as we headed back to Le Grand, we came across a couple of guys from our campground with a broken down car. In the end they managed to tow it back to camp for the night and then tow it into Esperance the following day for a new starter motor. This pic is one for the Toyota fans out there. Got to love the number plates on the Nissan..!