The next day we headed to Denham, the most western town in Australia. It was as windy as all get out and I was pretty jack of holding down my skirt and trying to stay warm by the end of our afternoon outside. I had another unhappy time in Denham trying to back the caravan into our site. It is not really in my make up to be a great driver, but I was hoping I could be competent enough to to keep us all alive and moving while Paul is in Rome, but after that little performance I wasn't sure I would manage either of these goals! So I was not impressed with Denham but the next day in less windy conditions we made better friends.
We headed over to Monkey Mia to see the dolphins early the next morning. I had super-low expectations about that tourist trap, which was great as I was actually pleasantly surprised. We learned a lot, the dolphins were well protected from us by the rangers and the current feeding regime. In the past they were touched and overfed and most of a generation of babies died as they never learned to fish from their mothers. The dolphins were also obviously curious about us, simming along the crowds with one eye out of the water having a really good look at us, and were most enchanting. Luckily out of the about 50 or more people there, Paul got picked to feed Puck, one of the dolphins, and took the boys out. By the time Dom got out after mucking around with rolling his shorts up Isaac had caved under the pressure of the open dolphin mouth and lots of people watching and got the job done on his own! Needless to say there were a few ruffled feathers and glass half empty moments! We stayed around for a while at the resort and saw a couple more feedings and left feeling that we had had our fill of the lovely wild dolphins. We headed back to Denham for a bakery morning tea then made the spur of the moment decision to take a cruise to see the dugongs that afternoon. So back we went to Monkey Mia and headed off on the Aristocat2. The boys had great time in the boom net, we saw a black pearl farm in action, then the gentle dugongs and a couple of dolphins to round out the day. So for us Monkey Mia got a tick. Done in a day! There was lots of other things to do - could have filled a week but we didn't have a week and headed out the next morning to Point Quobba, north of Carnarvon.
Point Quobba was windy, windy, windy and rough. There are a whole lot of corrugated iron shacks people use for holiday houses there. Paul got bitten by a dog on one of his walks (like I said, rough!). He enjoyed the snorkling but it was too cold for me and by nature of it not being Ningaloo, I wasn't into it. The blow holes were pretty great but not Bicheno! I think I am really starting to get spoiled for Australian sights!! The kids had fun running around with the Spence offspring building forts in the sand to hold back the waves and other such important work. A highlight for me was the movie night with all of the travellers in our van on two separate screens!! I think a highlight for Paul was some crab hunting and fishing with Shannon.
Had a lovely drive into Geraldton the next day, taking in a drive by of Pink Lake, some wheat fields, and an afternoon tea at Oakabella Farm (no photos taken here but lots of discussion about the supernatural as the farm was said to be haunted).