I’m slowly making my way back towards my homelands. I spent a week or so in Esperance, it’s such a beautiful place.
Having run into the devastation caused by the recent flooding in Western Australia, it was quite an adventure to get there. I had to detour several hundred kilometres through the desert on dirt roads. This was good though, as I usually stick to the tar, so it was something different.
I was disappointed when I finally arrived though, to see those damn ‘free campers not welcome’ signs on the way into town. It happens from time to time, mostly in the really touristy places. It really is counterproductive to the town, as a ‘no free camping policy’ just tends to see my kind just drive on through. If we’re welcome, we’ll stay and spend money in the town, not on the damn caravan parks. I take umbrage at having to pay for a bit of ground and will avoid it at all costs, and I managed to do this in Esperance as well.
But aside from this inconvenience, I really enjoyed spending some time here and making the most of the most beautiful beaches I’ve come across in my travels.
Leo had a great time on the off leash dog beach. He ran a muck! But damn, did he have fun. The above picture is the naughtiest dog on West Beach, quite proud of himself.
After we had soaked up the sun, sand and surf of Esperance, it was time to move on back up to Norseman and onto the Nullabor. My first crossing was an adventure and I looked forward to it. This time though, I was kinda dreading that long, straight, lonely and endless stretch of highway.
It wasn’t so bad though. I had my gps set from Norseman to Ceduna and it was good to see the kilometers dropping down as I drove. I did it pretty quick this time, only spending three nights out there.
We had the necessary roadhouse stops to shower and refuel and I stopped for another look at the gorgeous views of the Bite.
I even found this memorial for a man and his dog.
The above is my feet, not fifteen minutes after I’d had a shower and scrubbed the Nullabor dust from them. It was after this I gave up and decided to embrace my dirty feet. I’ve grown to like having dirty feet. I look at them and know the day has been well spent. Dirty feet are a product of adventure, of walking the earth, gaining experiences and actually living life. I had clean feet for much too long. Seems the dirtier my feet, the happier I am.
I’m currently camped just outside of Ceduna, South Australia, having made my second successful journey across the Nullabor. We’re still riding the Eyre Highway, but will soon reach its end. This is one highway I’ll never forget, though they all hold a special place in my heart, once I’ve lived, breathed and rode the length of them. Not my first love affair with a highway and it won’t be my last.
This trip has been very expensive and crossing the Nullabor has left me broke for the week. You wouldn’t believe the fuel prices out there, especially on the W.A side. It downright hurts at times! But all good, we just get to make camp for the week. I want to have a better look around Ceduna over the weekend and then we’ll look for a nearby campground to spend the week. It’s a good chance to get a bit of maintenance work and simple repairs done on my car and van and I’ve already fixed a few little problems. But on the whole, everything is running fairly well.
Till next time, safe travels.