Hedland to Eighty Mile Beach

Getting out of Port Hedland is always tricky. There were the usual roadworks and diversions to contend with. The long straight roads north are extremely boring with no-one to talk to. Occasionally there is something interesting on the radio. I listened to an interview with Peter Greste, which was excellent, especially as I had recently seen the film based on his life as a journalist on hazardous assignments: The Correspondent.

Stopping for fuel at Pardoo, I saw this caravan with a mural all over it:

The way into Eighty Mile Beach is via 10 km of gravel. My Prius is not built for off-road driving and I was quite nervous after a bad skid on a trip to Dryandra a few years ago. I stuck to a careful 40 km per hour, even though there were two caravans behind me wanting to go faster.

All was well. I checked in and went to explore the beach:

Lots of shells, which you are encouraged not to collect nowadays:

The favourite activity here is fishing. This man had just caught a giant threadfin salmon:

For myself, I enjoyed a beer and contemplated my car covered in dust from the gravel road: