Considering the season to surf “the bluff” was already getting late, and the harvest work in Carnarvon is year round, it was a unanimous decision. That was to stock up on supplies and immediately drive out to the bluff for a week of camping and surfing. For those that know the place need I say no more… but for those who haven’t had the pleasure its no secret. Isolated by one heck of an anti-Hiace corregated dirt road, rich in swell and sea life, this part of Aus is paradise to any surfer, fisherman, or diver. Here, Australia does it’s best impersonation of Morocco maybe? With goats perched on the mountain tops, the desert meets the ocean and sunny hot days are replaced with cool clear nights. But here surfing is the religion. Huey is God. Beautiful swells are groomed by dry offshore winds, the people are living and breathing for that perfect bluff barrel. Yeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwww the local prayer, and beer the holy water…
Quobba Station goats |
Swell trains |
Eazy |
The camp |
Fire magic |
View of the bluff from camp |
The swell was so south you could stay inside the length of the point |
Wildflowers |
Chillin, fishin |
Eazy and Josh |
This happens every afternoon |
Anybody? |
Wildflowers |
...more wildflowers |
"So Josh, whats wrong, you getting sick of lefts"? |
"...nope, Emzo, this is how you surf em"! |
Turtles |
The bluff looking back towards our camp (far left) |
Fun light onshore sessions |
Josh definitely having fun |
Jess making a cinnamon fruit and nut damper |
yyeeewwwwwwwwww, GO! |
George |
Gnaraloo Station |
Wildflowers |
Emu sightings were much safer than Brown snake sightings |
Jess & Desi |
You see whales EVERY time you look up at the ocean |
Gotta love the early, especially after they hold a pizza and beer night... |
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