We set out on the morning on our 4th travel day with the intentions of staying at the free camp on the side of De Grey River. Our plans are never written in concrete, and with Mr Tilly clearly not speaking to us, we thought we’d better give him a bit of consideration, so mid trip a change of destination was decided. An adolescent dog needs to have a good, off lead, romp at least every other day, and De Grey River would definitely not have been the place for that. Cape Keraudren would give him the space he needed to burn off some of his energy.
Our breakfast stop a few hours into the trip was at Two Camel Creek. I don’t think there’s a creek there, so I don’t know know how it received that name, perhaps there’s a creek there during the wet season. It’s an ok place to stop, with the usual picnic tables and long drop toilets. It was blowing a gale so we sat in the van to eat, feeling sorry for the people who had also stopped there and who were heading in the opposite direction to us. They would have been driving into a head wind, and I dread to think what their fuel consumption would have been. Fortunately the wind was behind us.
Next stop was for fuel in Port Hedland, then on to Cape Keraudren. There’s four camping spots at the Cape. Our favourite is Sandy Bay, where we can camped overlooking the water on the east side.
As I’m always awake early I get to enjoy seeing the sky start to brighten as the sun creeps up towards the horizon. It’s always exciting to see that huge ball of fire creeping it’s way into sight, first a sliver, then a half circle, and then the full glowing ball. If we’re lucky it lights up and reflects in the mud flats if it coincides with a low tide, and if there’s a splattering of clouds in the sky too – well that’s about as glorious as nature can get!
The tides are huge, so when it’s low tide there’s miles of beach to romp on. Tills exhausted himself both that night, and the next morning before we set off again for Broome. The beach stop hadn’t earned us any brownie points with him it seems. He still plonked himself on the back seat, back turned away from us and staring sulkily at the back of the seat. We talk to him and he gives us a quick look before remembering he’s supposed to be sulking. We laugh, and he sulks all the more. I’m surprised he doesn’t get whip lash with the speed he turns his head away again after realising he’s broken his stance to completely ignore us and has succumbed to a quick look in our direction.
Although he clearly doesn’t enjoy the long days of travel, he’s still a good traveller. Apart from getting excited when we stop and showing he’s eager to to be out of the car, he doesn’t make a murmur. It would be easy to forget he’s with us. If he could speak and we gave him a choice of coming with us, or staying behind, I know which he’d choose. So – he just has to suck it up! Poor Tills, if only he could make the choice himself to come with us I’m sure he’d change his attitude in the car.
Next stop – Broome