|Looking for grandparents at Parry Beach.|
When we stayed at Parry Beach the weather was OK; there'd be a dump of rain followed closely by sunshine and wind, just enough to dry everything out for a few hours, then the process would repeat itself. So we'd get a few good hours per day to look around this little part of the Great Southern along with a fair bit of indoor curse-the-weather time.
|Calm seas=fishing off the side for...? Back to lean times in the Uys huis. Sausages again.|
|Beautiful Parry Beach.|
The beach out the front is lovely, with a heap of rockpools and crabs slow enough for the kids to catch. We met some locals who were also camping and the kids played while we chatted. The Bibbulman Track runs through the campsite. We managed to walk a part of the track, a few kilometres west amongst some beautiful wildflowers with vistas out to the coast and met a couple of blokes who were 40 days into the track. They looked slightly crazed and emaciated but then I suppose you would if you'd been walking at least 10 hours per day for well over a month. (I was already re-thinking my need to return in a few years and do the track myself... might just walk the Margaret River wine trail instead. Or drive it. Probably just drive.) They only had another 70kms or so to go before they got to Albany and had a lie down for a long long time.
|Bibbulman Track markers and Marguerite dragging her feet.|
We recommended Parry Beach to the Doves, who subsequently planned to stay for a week or so... until they camped right next to bogans who made the cast of Breaking Bad look well-to-do and it bucketed with rain the whole time. So they packed up after a night and moved on, never to return.
We met another family doing a similar trip to us and discussed Parry Beach, which they adored and stayed at for "only" a week having a sunny flat camping spot surrounded by like-minded families with kids the same age and wonderful weather.
|Coastal forests and the view back to Parry Beach and Denmark.|
|The Bibbulman Track.|
|A tiny orchid we found on the track.|
|Some perspective, the orchid is just above Marguerite's knee on the right.|