Carnarvon to Nanutarra Roadhouse

The days are getting hotter, though it was a cold start from Carnarvon as I enjoyed my complimentary continental breakfast at the Hospitality Inn. Lots of people had raided the buffet before me at 7.45 am.

On the road again, I drove through the banana growing fields on the way out of town. I didn’t need to buy any, as I’m still eating the ones I bought in Perth before I set off on my trip. (These small Carnarvon bananas are the best!)

I stopped for coffee at Minilya, where a woman was intrigued that I was travelling alone. She and her husband were from Wickham, near Point Samson, and they were on their way for a medical checkup and scans in Perth: the perils of living in the regions.

At Nanutarra, I was all prepared for a night sleeping in my car as I had no accommodation booked. But when I found there was a nice cabin available I couldn’t refuse it.

View from my cabin.

A beautiful tree just opposite. There was a bird singing, but he escaped.

Just before sunset, I walked across the old bridge over the Ashburton River:

There was still some water in it, unlike many of the rivers I had crossed today. I had a chat with a young indigenous couple, who were from Karratha and currently working on a restoration project of the Nanutarra Homestead.

At the roadhouse, all these road trains were queuing for fuel, or maybe for a hot meal service at 6.00 pm.