Dan and I woke up early, ready to hit the road again to see what more we could find in the Margaret River area in the way of fun. We met James for a quick cup of coffee on the main road and then drove down to the river mouth, not expecting much, only to have our suspicions totally confirmed. It was as flat as glass and there wasn’t a breath of wind. With no reason to hang around, we set off north on the Caves Road towards Yallingup, putting in a quick stop at Moses Rocks on the way to check out the coastline.
Moses Rocks didn’t disappoint, but the path to the beach was going to prove fairly difficult to the most able-bodied of us, let alone the human tripod. We got back in our cars after a couple of obligatory “I’m in Australia, in the middle of nowhere, check me out”-type photos and carried on towards Yallingup, with the promise of free wine at the various vineyards along the way as an added incentive.
We got to the car park at Yallingup Beach to find enough wind blowing for a potential session with a 3 foot left breaking on the reef right in front of the beach. There was a bit of a walk down to the water, so rather than venture down to the beach, Dan took up residence at one of the park benches with his book, his newly acquired ukulele (a new project to help wile away the days) and a six pack of Heineken to simultaneously aid the musical process and dull the pain of watching James and I set off for another wave sailing session.
It was by no means an epic session (I managed to get slammed pretty well in the shorebreak on the way back in) but then a crap session is always better than no session at all! Just ask Dan…
James and I made our way back to the car park to find Dan had made pals with a bunch of Kiwis and Irish kids (and a token Canadian who’d spent the last summer in Polzeath – random) and was getting stuck into some booze and some thumping drum and bass emanating from a massive sub in the back of the Kiwis’ van. As tempted as we were to get properly involved in the impromptu car park party, neither Dan nor I fancied sleeping in the hired engineering marvel that was the Kia, so we hung around for the sunset, packed up the car and were on our way to the Dunsborough YHA for the night with a case of beer and all the makings of a banging stir-fry.
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