The drive to Carnarvon was fairly uneventful. A quick stop in Coral Bay to check out the sights. The beautiful blue sea with a clear view out to the reef. The water was warm and the view from the lookout was amazing. The 3 wind turbines that sat on the top of the hill were silent as there was not a breath of wind anywhere. Sitting on the beach it was lovely and quiet with only a gentle crashing of the waves on the reef in the distance. The landscape on the drive was really flat but you could watch the colors change from dark red dirt to a more sandy color with the greenery starting to creep in.
Arrival in Carnarvon was uneventful and it’s a fairly unremarkable town. The airport is just 5 minutes from the centre of town. Todays school was a community college, it’s difficult to grasp the concept that kids just don’t attend school, an enrollment of 250 yet there was only 100 or so kids to photograph. Enjoying the challenge as it really is a matter of thinking on your feet to get the job done.
The best time comes after work, a wind down and a little explore in the local area. There’s a jetty here that is a mile long. How it’s still standing is quite amazing, the boards are loose, and the railing is falling down it is in desperate need of repair yet the tourist still come to walk the distance a see the views that it has to offer. We arrived as the sun was beginning to set so there was just enough clouds to make magical light show happen. The yellows and oranges quickly turned to red giving that truly magical glow and then on top of that as you turned around the moon was rising over the land. It looked like someone had taken a paint brush and painted the sky in the layers of blue and yellow with this beautiful glowing full moon to finish the painting. A few more photos and we walked the rickety walk back to land. It’s hard to believe that this pier also has a little train that runs along the rusty tracks to get you to the end. I’m not sure how safe it seems and the end of the pier is blocked off, yet the fisherman clamber over the safety barrier and walk the precarious section to get to the best fishing spots at the end. You can see the pylons that have disintegrated and have no base and the others that are leaning precariously as the waves crash against them. Seagulls perch happily on the broken pieces hoping to catch the fish heads thrown by the fishermen.
It was a great end to another day, breathing the sea air and watching he light of the land go out. Tomorrow is another day and another chance to explore places that the locals take for granted. There is always some magic to find in any place you just need to really look.