Eighty Mile Beach, as it suggests, is a huge expanse of white sandy beach fringing the most exquisite, turquoise blue water of the Indian Ocean.
Eighty Mile Beach was a place for catching up with "old friends" and meeting new ones. We were pleased to see a family we had met along the Gibb River Road, when we pulled in to park the van and they gave us the "where to go" for finding huge shells along the beach Lily spent all evening helping Isabella, Dylan and Jasper to sort out and pack heaps of shells, ready for the trip back to Victoria. And alongside us was another 'long-suffering' father, who was rearranging the packing of camping gear to accommodate another huge shell collection. The O'Sullivan Family from Roxby Downs also gave us the directions on shell collection! Obviously, this part of the coastline was not a Marine Park! Sunset on the beach, with old and new friends, and a glass of wine was a nice way to end the day.
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| The "big one" |
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| Sorting of the bucket full |
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| The best of the bunch! |
The next day was earmarked for fishing and shell-collecting. We hopped in the ute and drove north, about 15 kms of the eighty and stopped when we saw a fair few shells on the high tide mark. The photos above show our sorted "assortment". Our dad isn't quite so "long-suffering" as some others! We have one very tidy, little, cut open water container full of shells that gets put in and out of the camper whenever we stop. And the advised rinse in vinegar seems to have done the trick, as they don't smell!
It was a shame the someone didn't advise us as welll about fishing, as they did about shells - as again we caught nothing. Oh well, I've heard several times lately that "a bad day fishing is still better than a good day at work!"
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| Fun in the sandhills |
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| Caravans galore - again, in the middle of nowhere! |
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| Eighty Mile Beach at low tide - we walked and walked, about 600m to actually dabble our toes in the water |
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