Well it used to be the secret spot, but most Perth-ites who like camping know about it now. We’ve been going there for over 15 years and have certainly seen it change. Nonetheless we are not naming names. Not now, not ever. For us it is still our secret spot nestled away in the dunes and bays somewhere on the west coast.
So, a big three-day camping weekend was planned. Work crew, wives, kids, dogs, kites, boats, fishing rods, pot bellies, new campers, new tents and beer.
Normally, The Driver and I travel only with The Dog, so this was to be an experience.
It all started with a 9am rendevouz at the local Maccas. Of course, we had the least amount of bodies to coordinate and we were the last to arrive. But we were on the road quickly and cruised smoothly through the city after peak hour, waving g’day [or goodbye] to the city workers in their ivory towers. Oh how I miss St George’s Terrace….not.
On the way up we stopped at another unnamed destination to check out the squeaky white sand and aqua blue water. Just a stunning winter weekend.
The motley crew:
and The Driver, The Nav and The (big bully) Dog.
The freeway extension and the new coast road has made the trip up a dream. We stopped at the last town for bakery lunch, beer, bait and a few ATM bucks.
Finally got to the coast around 2:30pm and Point Taken was, well, taken… We have named it this as it is usually taken, and we have also been fully gatecrashed by bogans when we were set up there once before.
So, to Plan B. We bumbled along south until we reached 5-way. An aptly named intersection that provides 5 options for onwards travel. We chose the “5-way annexe” which provides high and low rise accommodation, sprawling lush lawns (well, maybe patchy native grass) and some protection from the wind.
Great spot and we managed to get everyone a suitable site, especially Radar who was using his very impressive new Cub for the very first time. Over the next few hours was the normal campsite symphony of mallets on pegs, car doors closing and zips on tents. We love these sounds. Fresh sea air and that wonderful feeling of “we are here and it is good”.
Sundowners at, well, surprisingly enough, sundown…
Over the next couple of days, we cruised up and down the coast, showing off the little coves, bays and cliff top lookouts that make this place so special. The weather could not have been better with 25 degrees in the middle of August. Most of us had a swim and kids being kids, loved being in the water.
Cossey launched the boat and took a few crew for a spin. More importantly he was able to do the emergency run from the cove back to camp to bring back chilled wine. Now that is what I call service!
The Pig kept us warm at night and the bacon sizzling in the morning. What a great campfire.
Managing The Dog was a bit of a mission. He’s a rescue dog and we doubt he was socialised much as a puppy. So for whatever reason, he is normally aggressive with other dogs especially males. But then came Rex.
What a legend little Rexie is. What he doesn’t have in stature he makes up for with ‘presence’. Everytime The Dog puffed up his chest, growled and snarled, Rex just looked at him as if to say, WTF is your problem? Just too funny. Rex was absolutely the [little] man about town. He kept our laps warm and our hearts happy.
It was so lovely camping with the kids: seeing them playing in the surf, covering Peppa in sand and flying their kites [or maybe that was Stuie…].
Poor old Pajo had a few issues over the weekend. He really didnt feel like 4WD’ing and just did not want to stay in 4WD. This resulted in numerous boggings, plenty of digging, a few MaxTrax recoveries and one snatch [thanks Brom]. We were happy to return the favour with some digging and MaxTrax recovery work a short time later.
All in all a very relaxing, no stress weekend with a great bunch of crew. This group camping thing is actually pretty good. When is the next trip?