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Everybody was telling Graham that the best spot to catch salmon is on the Salmon Holes beach. (check the guys fishing on the rocks - Graham felt it to dangerous to go there due to the masive swell). There were some reports of great whites taking the salmon on the way in too...
What they forgot to mention is that
everyone goes there. For a second we
thought it was a fishing competition going on. We never seen so many fisherman
in one place (or so many fish heads on the beach). Graham grabbed his rod and headed down to the
beach, and as we were walking along, there were people fighting these monsters,
and a couple of big salmon just left flapping on the beach (pretty well
guarded, so sneeky Salmon was not on the cards). The hour or so we were there, we never saw
another salmon caught on the beach... so needless to say, we didnt catch
any :(
We went for a walk to see the blowholes, which were not blowing, then headed back to the caravan for lunch and a sneeky car and van wash before setting off, headed for Cosy corner.
When we arrived, the caravan park had a sign 4wd only, and
we ended up skull dragging the van through some sand before finally finding a
park. While Graham set up the van, Lidia went for a walk and found that we were
not actually in the camping area. So, we found a better spot in the park, and
whilst Lidia guarded the spot, Graham went and hooked up the van again and
moved to the right place.
Graham wanted to go to the most southern point in WA, so we
set off on the 4wd track that was really a 4wd track. It was lo range all the way, and although the
Pathfinder was loving it, it was very slow going and would take the rest of the
day to get there and back so we found somewhere to turn around and headed back.
We then went to Shelly beach, which was another favorite
Salmon hole and it was also packed with people, although not as many as before. This time, there were only a few salmon on
the beach and only 1 was flapping around.
Apparently, they range in size from 4 to 6kg, so im told, cause I cant
catch any grrrrrr
Parry Beach
Next day we got an early start, and drove to Denmark. There were no cheap caravan parks in town so we headed 20kms out of town to a
$10/night camp site. Most of the
features we wanted to do were out this way anyway, and it worked out well. Because it was raining, cold and windy, we
decided to spend the day doing a wine and beer tasting tour. We visited a toffee place that also made
cider, and walked out with a mixed case of cider, bag full of toffee stuff, and
2 hand made icecreams.. Continuing
along, the win area is known for its whites, and as we dont really like the
whites we skipped through pretty quickly.
But, one of them made an amazing Pinot that happened to be selling out
the 2010 vintage at half price.. Exo,
another case in the Pathy. Cheese
factory visit, cost another few bottles, some cheeses then finally the Boston
Brewery. The beer there were nice, but
more commercial oriented pallets, which although marginally better then my slab
of emu export, it is nothing to rave about.
WHat they did have though, is the most beutiflul growlers you have ever
seen. We just so happened to acquire a
couple of these too.
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On the way back we cruised the local beach in Denmark,
through in a line again with no luck.
Picked up some bait and I went fishing again. The beach we are staying at is too shallow,
the bait was falling off the hooks, it was cold then it started pouring. That stuff is minor and I can push through,
but the beach is on a river mouth, and I guess at high tide the ocean and river
join, and although the Pathy has pulled us through all the tough stuff so far,
I figured that might be a bit much to expect from it. The wet sand was soft and sinky, so I packed
up for the night and headed back, crying a little bit on the inside on the way.
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